Page 64 of The Alpha's Seer
“How fast?” Cox asks, his brows knitting together.
I follow his gaze with intrigue as Calix grimaces.
“Too fucking fast. Lightning fast?” He shakes his head and stares at the table before him. “He disappeared before my eyes.”
Cox exchanges a look with Blake. “What?”
Calix grits his teeth. “What I said, Cox.”
“Black magic,” Lyron mutters, pacing the room. “What did Lexie say, Cox?”
Cox shakes his head. “Nothing of value. She saw no threats?—”
“We need aSeer!” Blake shouts, and Calix turns to me, shaking his head, warning me to keep my secret safe. “Luna Marie, maybe?”
I'm itching to talk, but Calix holds my gaze, his voice echoing in my head.
Don't mention it.
But...
Blair. Don't.
“But maybe I can help!” I say before clapping my hand over my mouth.
Shit!
I'm not used to mind talking or whatever it is—and now everyone is staring at me warily, wanting me to explain my little outburst.
“Ignore her,” Calix commands, turning to glare at me. “She can't help. She's just a human.”
Anger flares in my veins, and I glare right back at my mate.
Just a human?
Why would he hide my skills if the pack needs them so badly?
Is he ashamed that I don't know how to use my powers?
I try to keep a lid on my rage, but I can't, and I slam my hands on the table, matching Calix's fury with my own.
“You may be the Alpha,” I state boldly, challenging him before everyone. “But I'm a Seer.”
There's a sharp intake of breath from Cox, and the others gape at me before looking at Calix nervously.
Calix flushes a deep red but closes his eyes, battling his rage before opening them. “That's right, I'm the Alpha. You can't help us, Blair.” His voice softens as I narrow my eyes and huff.
“How do you know? Why don't we try?” I argue as the men surrounding us back away.
“Leave us,” Calix directs everyone with a growl, moving toward me with terrifying speed.
The men leave the room, and it's just us, and suddenly, I don't feel so brave. It's like he's able to strip me bare with one look, and his dominance and power make me want to fall to my knees. But something else is happening—and I don't understand it, but I'm not fighting it. I want to help this pack, and my mate will not stop me.
“I know you're scared of me getting taken, but you need me, Calix! Your pack needs me!” My voice is steely and brave, but I'm a trembling wreck.
“You just deliberately disobeyed me,” Calix snaps, throwing his hand out to hit a chair beside him. It crashes into the wall and splinters before he repeats the action with another chair. He reaches for my throat and pins me against the wall, his eyes wild with disbelief. “What the fuck do you think you're doing, disobeying your Alpha? Your mate?”
His nostrils flare, and my legs turn to jelly, but something in my stomach holds me steady, assuring me that I'm right. I take a deep breath and meet his gaze, knowing I'm dancing with danger but not caring.
