Page 34 of The Alpha's Seer
“Wait,” I reply, catching her arm before she can dash away like last time. “Seriously, what the hell is going on?”
Vix hesitates before bowing her head. “I'm sorry, Miss Blair, I don't know what you mean.”
I suck in a breath and point at my cum-stained face. “Apparently, I’m his mate. Is this how he treats his mates?”
Vix stares at me before laughing.
“There are no ‘mates’, Miss Blair. Only you.”
I frown. “Blair, call me Blair. What do you mean, only me?”
“Alpha Calix has never had a mate,” Vix explains fondly. “We all thought it was too late, but then...” She waves a hand at me. “Here you are.”
I'm stunned.
Calix has never had a mate?
“Why do you keep calling him Alpha?” I ask as she walks away.
She turns to me with a grin. “Because he's our leader. The Alpha of the pack. He takes care of us. Enjoy your bath, Blair.”
He's the pack’s Alpha? Wow.
Vix hesitates, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Then, bizarrely, she nods her head and turns her attention back to me. “Alpha Calix would like you to eat here tonight. I’ll bring some food to you for after your bath.”
I stare after her, hearing the soft click of the door as she leaves. I can’t imagine Calix taking care ofanyone. He’s far too temperamental for that.
He’s ordered me to eat in here, has he? It doesn’t mean he cares. Even captors feed their prisoners. Calix is no different.
My body aches with need when I think of him, and I grit my teeth and turn my attention to my surroundings. Maybe I’ll have a bath, some food, and then sleep. Maybe then I’ll be able to think more clearly.
I turn back to the bath and slip the plug in, turning on the hot water before searching for bubble bath. The windows soon steam up, so I don't need to worry about anyone watching me, but I am a little worried about someone walking in. It's clearly a communal area, so it's completely possible.
I can't find any locks on the doors though, so I settle for sliding a chair against the door so I can relax a little. At least if someone comes in, I'll hear them. A short while later, I slide intothe bubble bath and moan with relief. I quickly wash my face, surprised at how soft my skin is now.
Who knew that semen was a good moisturizer?
I chuckle and lean back, staring at the sky through the glass ceiling.
This place is incredible, with its views and luxurious furnishings. I spend hours in the bath and wonder if Vix has managed to bring any of my clothes yet. I'd only barricaded the bathroom door, so she should have been able to come into the main room. I empty the tub and dry myself with a fluffy towel, yawning as I do. I'd had an early start, and so much had happened that I could really do with a nap.
I move the chair and head into the bedroom, surprised to see a walk-in closet across from me. I must not have seen it when I first came in, but I'm not sure how I missed it. It's lit up with spotlights, and there are countless clothes on hangers. I step into it, and immediately, I can smell him. I whip around, fully expecting to see him, but it's his clothes I can smell.
Calix.
Is this where he sleeps? I have visions of him sleeping with at least three women draped over him, sucking his big dick better than I did, riding him while he stares at them with a lust-filled gaze?—
Stop. He's not yours. He can fuck whoever he likes.
But...
I dip my head into a sky-blue shirt and inhale, loving the way my muscles relax. I slip my fingers over the different fabrics and materials until I stop and turn to the opposite side, where it's lined with dresses and women's clothes that are far too big for me.
They have dust on them—who do these belong to if he's not had a mate before?
Jealousy prickles through me again, but I move on, stopping when I near the door to the closet, where I see a handful of clothes in my size hanging there. There's a sky-blue dress—to match the shirt, perhaps?—four pairs of jeans, three skirts, a black onesie with a panda hood, and a handful of sweaters and shirts. There's also a leather jacket—real leather—and a thick coat. There's a box on the floor with boots, sneakers, and socks, and to the right of it sits a box of lingerie, complete with tags.
I examine everything slowly, stunned to see that it is all exactly my size. I love everything too—it's completely my style. I feel giddy with excitement.
