Page 117 of The Alpha's Seer
“Azra, you will now join my pack, the Applegate Pack. Your Alpha and Luna have given their blessing.”
A gasp rises from the back of the crowd, and it parts to reveal a stunned Azra.
“No,” she stammers, shaking her head. “Blair, no.Please…”
Blair looks like she’s going to cry, but then she reminds me why she is my mate.
“It’s a trial, Azra,” Blair explains in a calm voice. “I will check in on you all the time. Please trust me.” Her eyes flicker to Alpha Asher, and Azra follows her gaze. “Alpha Asher is your...”
“You can come willingly,” Alpha Asher interrupts, glaring at Blair. “Or I can take you.”
“Alpha Asher, please explain to her...” Blair pleads, trembling from beside me, and my mother scowls at Alpha Asher, then me.
I will explain to her later—but right now, my mother can only see her friend being forced into captivity again.
Alpha Asher says nothing but he continues to stare at Azra.
Then, a woman steps forward from the Applegate pack, holding her hand out to Azra.
“Please join us. We need to heal together, and even though he’s grumpy, he’s not so bad once you get to know him.” She winks at Alpha Asher, who says nothing. He locks his gaze on Azra, coiling like a spring, ready to jump if she runs.
“Please,” another woman encourages, joining her friend. Soon, women from all over the pack are stepping forward and offering their hands to Azra, like she’s their savior.
Azra blinks and stares at the woman; then finally, she turns to look at Blair.
A wind whips between them as she remarks, “I hope you’re right, Luna.” Then she bows her head and walks into the group of women, who hug her and greet her warmly.
Alpha Asher looks relieved but puzzled. I don’t blame him. Azra went far too easily, and the women’s behavior in his pack seemed a bit bizarre.
Blair nods as her eyes shine with tears as Azra turns to her.
“Because if you’re wrong, a curse will fall upon you and all children you bear.” Azra stares at my mate coldly before walking through the crowd toward the trucks waiting.
Rage engulfs me, but in an instant, my mother is by my side, her hand gripping my arm.
“Be calm, Calix. Azra is from an ancient pack filled with magic. She’s angry and defending herself.”
I can barely speak. “And if we’re wrong, a curse will fall on my mate and children? No! Damn her!”
Blair looks like she’s been slapped, and my mother reaches for her too.
“You let her go. You must have known it was the right thing to do.”
Blair says nothing, and my mother continues. “You would never have agreed, Blair, if it were going to bring her to harm.”
I want to rip Azra’s arms from her body and beat her to death with them, but Alpha Asher watches me; his gaze is heated. I can sense his rage at Azra but also his wariness of me.
We have to stay united.
“He won’t bring her to harm,” Blair comments shakily, her hands on her stomach protectively. “But she should never have cursed me and my children. I’ll never forgive her.”
With that, Blair turns and walks into the packhouse, her shoulders slumped.
“That fucking psycho bitch! After everything—” I rage before I follow Blair.
“Azra’s scared, Calix,” my mother chastises sharply. “She thought she was safe with me and Blair. She doesn’t trust men.”
I snarl and wave a hand in the air. “She’d better fucking learn to, because if anything happens to my mate or children, she’ll need one to protect her.”
