Page 75 of The Alpha's Seer
My aunt makes tea, handing me a steaming mug as she peers at Calix. He sits beside me, his bulk making the mug in his hands look dainty. I should have known when I met him, that he was something different—no one is this big naturally. His shoulders are like slabs of stone atop a mountain of bones and flesh, and his neck is as thick as a tree trunk.
But he’s beautiful.
Thank you,his voice purrs in my head.As much as I’d love to hear you describe me and my flesh, your aunt looks like she’s going to pass out.
I snort, and my aunt looks at me like I’m crazy, her eyes flickering over to Calix as if to say, ‘Is she okay?’ but Calix stares at the floor, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Sexy bastard.
Stunning bitch.
My toes curl at his rough words in my head, and he looks away. Even as I grin, a knot tightens somewhere else—Leon’s stupid messages started this whole mess, and I can’t pretend he isn’t still missing.
“Is everything alright, Blair?” My aunt keeps glancing at Calix like I’m in danger from him, and I have to call it out.
“Why do you keep looking at Calix like that?” I ask, tilting my head, before sadness and worry grip me like a vice about my brother. Part of me still expects him to stumble into the room at any second.
My aunt flushes and stares into her mug, and something about the way she presses her lips together tells me she’s hiding something.
“Aunt Ray?” I press as Calix moves his hand to my thigh.
“I’ll give you girls a moment,” Calix comments, kissing my head before leaving the room.
I frown, but then his voice echoes in my mind once more.
She knows something. Find out what, mate.
“How well do you know him?” my aunt hisses, leaning forward with wide eyes. “Seriously, Blair—I think you could be in danger. Certain…menfrom the mountains are dangerous.”
I fix her with my gaze and reply softly, “And how, exactly, do you know that?”
Her face turns a light shade of grey, and she looks away, and in that moment, I know Calix was right.
She does know something.
Whatever she knows, I keep wondering if Leon’s texts tie into it—did he know more than he let on? Did his drunken arrogance put us on someone’s radar?
“Aunt Ray, it’s important that you tell me what you know about these mountain men and how you know it.” I don’t mean to say it as harshly as I do, but if she’s been hiding something from me all these years and I’ve unknowingly been in danger… I’m not sure I’ll be able to forgive her.
“They justare. Local legends,” my aunt offers weakly, but I know better.
“Bullshit.”
“Blair!” My aunt gapes at me, but I shake my head.
“No, fuck this. Tell me the truth. Do you know about the werewolves?”
My aunt looks like I’ve slapped her, but there is something different in her eyes that I can’t quite read—fear, perhaps. “Blair?—”
“Don’t lie to me!” I respond, my eyes wide. “Don’t, Aunt Ray. Please… I know. I know things, but I need to know more.”
She swallows, her eyes watering, and I have to brace myself. I don’t know what she will say, but I need to know. I need to know who I am, why I can see the things I do… and how I’m mated to a werewolf!
“I know about the werewolves.” My aunt’s voice is shaky and faint. “Your mother and I…” She looks away and closes her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. She’s never been good at talking about my mother, not since the accident. It appears now is no different.
I can’t breathe, waiting anxiously for her to tell me something—anything—then she does, and my world falls out from under me.
“We were from a small pack, your mother and I.”
