Page 115 of The Alpha's Seer
I lift her from the tub and wrap her in a large, fluffy white towel before kissing her forehead. “That I’m rude.”
Blair chuckles. “Why?”
“Because I thought it was decent of me to behave like a man and not a wolf while I cleaned you.”
Blair laughs, and my lips lift at the corners at the sound. I could listen to her laugh all day.
“I love your wolf.”
My wolf preens, and I roll my eyes. “Don’t start him off. He already thinks he’s the reason we’re together.”
Blair tilts her head. “Well, he is so beautiful and caring.”
See? Told you.
I huff and shake my head. “And I’m not?”
Blair reaches up to cup my face in her hands and kisses me softly. “You’re outrageously sexy and grumpy, but I’m here for it.”
“So he gets beautiful and caring, and I get sexy and grumpy?”
“And I love you,” Blair adds softly.
My gaze moves to hers, and we stare at one another, aware this is the first time she’s said it to me, face-to-face.
I swallow and stroke her face, my heart bulging in my chest, swollen with adoration for this woman.
“You know I love you,” I say, watching as her eyes light up, her whole face transforming into that of a love-struck teenager.
“Yeah?”
I pull her into my arms and kiss her softly, like I’m showing her how much I love her. Because sometimes words aren’t enough.
“Yeah.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
CALIX
Alpha Asher and his pack are about to leave, and we’re all gathered to see them off. I spot Azra at the edge of the crowd, scowling as Alpha Asher speaks.
“I know this shit isn’t over,” he says to me, his eyes sweeping the crowd as though he’s looking for something. Or someone. “We need to find the children, but first, we all need to heal… both physically and mentally.”
It’s good to hear this from him. I was worried that he would make a bitter, twisted Alpha, and his pack needed him now, more than ever. So, for him to tell me he’s putting his pack first eases my anxiety somewhat.
A rogue Alpha isn’t good for anyone, and hopefully, after all the tragedy he’s been through, he can focus on healing and moving forward. I feel like Faolan’s death may have eased his rage somewhat, like he avenged his family.
I know I feel that way too.
“I agree,” I state. “We will find the children and look after them.”
I know we have to. It doesn’t matter that the trail has gone cold—not all the women who birthed children against their willsurvived, and so, according to my mother, we owed it to them to help. Even if it means their father’s blood tainted them, we can’t let the evil bastards that had them bring them up, creating another generation of twisted individuals our kids will have to fight one day.
Our kids.
The word isn’t just a thought anymore—it’s real. We’d found out two weeks ago after the healer confirmed it—my mate is carrying my pup.
Ourpup.
