Page 12 of The Alpha's Seer
“Horny bastard,” I mutter, adjusting my pants. Even when I’m like this, furious and on edge, with an unknown threat amongst my pack, I’m ready to sink my dick into Blair. Into her soft, wet mouth. Or her tight cunt.
Fuck!
No, I need to focus on the threat.
Then I get a message from Cox that sends my vision blood red.
I can’t locate Blair, Alpha.
Chapter Six
BLAIR
Leon drives out of town without stopping by our house, and I wonder where we’re going. He dropped my car at the garage, but that was it. He’s got that look in his eyes, the one that tells me he’s about to go on a spree of violence. I know it well, and I need to get him to calm down before he ends up in a police cell.
“Leon.”
He shakes his head and glares ahead, like the road has pissed him off. His jaw clenches, and he’s driving way over the speed limit. I try again.
“Leon,listento me.”
My voice cracks, and he glances at me, worry filling his eyes. “Did they…” He grits his teeth, preparing himself to say the words he doesn’t want to say.
Words I don’t want him to say.
“No, they didn’t rape me,” I tell him quickly, leaning forward to place my hand on his arm. “Leon, please slow down; I’m scared.”
He doesn’t do anything for a beat, but then his foot eases off the accelerator, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to Aunt Ray.” Leon grunts as he takes a corner on almost two wheels, and I cling to the side for dear life, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Aunt Ray’s? Why?” I frown at him, and he sighs, his shoulders easing somewhat.
“Because you need a woman to talk to after that, and there sure as shit isn’t anyone in town you can talk to,” Leon explains, raising his eyebrows as though he’s challenging me to argue with him.
I can’t—because he’s right.
Aunt Ray is the closest thing we have to family—the closest thing to Mom. She’s her sister, and she lives a few towns away, meaning we should see her more than we do. After all, she brought us up after we lost our parents.
But we didn’tlosethem. They werestolenfrom us. Snatched, ripped away. I can still remember my father hiding me and my brother in the trunk of the car, his eyes filled with worry as he told us to call the cops.
I can still hear their screams.
“Blair.” Leon glances between me and the road, his eyes darkening. “Do you need a hospital or anything?”
I shake my head. “No, they just…hit me. Nothing too bad.”
And tore my clothes away.
“They?” Leon shakes his head. “Fucking Billy Marshall and his pussyhole friends? Since when were they such pricks?”
I shake my head and gaze out the window, watching the view race by.
“I don’t know; I’ve not kept in contact since school…” My voice trails off, and then I frown. “But they weren’t ever like that.”
Leon scoffs. “Dirty, perverted pricks, they’ll get theirs.”
