Page 21 of The Alpha's Seer
The only sound we hear is the leaves rustling beneath the wind, but I don't miss the sharp inhale from my mate. Nor do I miss the scent of jasmine and vanilla wafting from her body to mine, and it kills me. I need to touch her, to inhale her scent, to mark her...
“I'm fine. You can go.” Blair attempts to dismiss me, but it has the opposite effect—it makes me want to be here even more.
“No, I can't, actually,” I snap, running a hand through my hair. I'm on edge—my wolf is too—and I won’t rest until I'm back home with Blair or I know why Billy Marshall attacked her. Oh, and how thefuckdid he become a wolf? Because he wasn't fucking born that way.
I'd know.
I can feel the vibrations of Blair's heartbeat and smell her fear and fury. A deadly combination on a woman, especially one who's ready to attack after her ordeal. I need to be less of an asshole, but I'm battling too many things at once.
Tell her.Cox says through the mind-link.
“Fuck off. Stop eavesdropping,” I snarl into the wind, forgetting to use the mind-link.
“What?” Blair stammers, moving backward. “I thought you were talking to me; how am I eavesdropping on a conversation I'm part of?”
For fuck’s sake.
“Blair, I wasn't talking to you.” I glance at her to see her staring at me with confusion. Her eyes are wide, and she clutches her thin robe to her body, shivering in the chilly air.
“Um, there's no one else here, Calix.”
Ha.
“Right.” I shrug and tap the side of my head. “Maybe I'm losing it.”
She's tense and glancing around us like she's expecting someone to jump out.
“You can go,” she says, more firmly this time. “You can't stay over.”
Rising to my feet, I tower over her as she steps back. I try not to intimidate her; it's certainly not my aim anyway, but she looks intimidated. I want to cup her chin and tell her everything will be alright if she comes with me, but I can't. She already thinks I'm crazy, talking to myself—telling myself to fuck off for eavesdropping, for fuck’s sake—no wonder she doesn't want me here.
My gaze moves from her eyes to her mouth, but I force myself to look away when my dick stiffens.
Now is not the fucking time.
“I can, actually. Your aunt said it was okay.”
Blair gapes at me. “You asked myaunt? Why?”
I can't help lifting my hand slightly, my fingers brushing hers before she leaps back, her face pale.
Jeez, there's no need for that kind of reaction; I’m not that hideous.Or so I thought.
“Blair, I have to stay. We have to...”
“We?” Blair butts in, her eyes flashing.
“You and me,” I say, moving my index finger between our chests—hers heaving, mine aching. “We have to stay close.”
Blair laughs, but not in amusement. It's disbelief.
“You really do have something wrong with you,” she says with a groan, covering her eyes with one hand. “I don't even know you, and you're insisting we need to stay close? Why?”
I clench my jaw and remember Cox's words, knowing he's watching me from the woods. I bet he's laughing at me, the prick.
“To keep you safe,” I reply simply and walk backward. “But if it makes you feel better, I'll sleep on the porch.”
Blair stares at me before rubbing her arms to ward off the chill. She's too human to be out in these temperatures. “Or you could go home.”
