Page 45 of The Alpha's Seer
“She needs to eat,” I respond gruffly as Luna Marie nods. She grabs a plate and piles on lamb, mash, vegetables, and gravy before ushering Blair out the door.
I'm safe with her.Blair's voice slips into my mind easily, and I relax. Blair's ability to communicate via the mind-link is something I'll be forever grateful for. Humans aren't meant to do that, yet here my mate is, human and communicating like a wolf. Pride swells in my chest as I watch her go, and I sit down to eat.
“A human mate,” Alpha Drox remarks as he chews. “I'll be honest, son, I didn't think you had a mate.”
There's a rumble of agreement from the table, and I scowl. So I was later than the other wolves—so what? Who cares?
“Well, I found her.”
“She's a pretty thing,” Alpha Rico comments, winking at me. His Luna, Sal, swats his arm, and he holds up his hands, whispering in her ear. Luna Sal is pregnant, and as he whispers to her, his hand strokes her swollen belly.
Need courses through me at the thought of Blair carrying my child, but there's no point in fantasies right now. I'd need to fuck her first, and there's not much chance of that when she's resisting me.
I don't mean to resist you.
I still with my glass of water halfway to my lips when Blair re-enters the room, her face pale.
I rise to my feet and move toward her, pulling her into my arms as Luna Marie beckons me close.
“There is much you need to know, Calix, but now is not the time. Wait for me after the meeting.”
Alpha Drox is on his feet also, but when I nod, Luna Marie smiles and goes back to her mate.
“Are you okay?” I rasp, staring down at Blair.
Her eyes are wide, and she's paler than I've ever seen her. She gives a nervous laugh and swipes her hair behind her ear with one hand; I notice it's trembling.
“Blair,” I say, tilting her chin so she's staring at me. “I'm your mate; you can tell me anything.”
She shakes her head softly and waves a hand at the table, dismissing me.
“Eat, Calix.” Her voice is softer than usual, and I find myself obeying her for once. I eat until I'm stuffed, then turn to watch my mate as the plates are cleared away and replaced with maps and whiskey bottles.
No wolf meeting is complete without whiskey.
I pour a small glass and sip it, enjoying the burn as it slides into my stomach.
“The Applegate Pack couldn't send anyone to attend—” Alpha Drox begins as the door to the packhouse booms open.
We all jump to our feet, ready for battle, when a large man enters the room, his eyes an obsidian black. He bares his teeth and bunches his fists, wearing his pain like a mask.
The new Alpha of the Applegate Pack.
“Alpha Asher,” Alpha Drox calls out, stepping closer with his hands raised. “You have no enemies here.”
“Don't I?!” Alpha Asher snarls, his eyes shifting to the wolves surrounding him. “Only someone who knew my father could get through his defenses.”
I frown and exchange a look with Alpha Drox, who doesn't flinch.
“That's not true, Asher.”
Alpha Asher steps closer to Alpha Drox and grits his teeth, his dark eyes wild. “It was guarded by magic, old man.”
I glance at Luna Marie in surprise, but her face gives away nothing. Magic died out within the wolves; no one practices it anymore. Only the Seers or the witch, Lexie, use it.
Did the Applegate Pack have a Seer?
Either way, Alpha Asher is murderous, and I know the feeling too well.
