Page 1 of The Alpha's Seer

Chapter One

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Ican’t sleep.

I glance at the time on my phone for the millionth time and chew on my lip.

This isn’t like my brother. He’s never late.

I try to call him again, but it goes straight to voicemail.

“Dammit.”

I pace the living room floor and stare at the window as I do, praying I see Leon’s headlights soon.

Leon said he was only going for a few drinks for Ron’s leaving party, but that was hours ago. Plus, Ron is ancient. He won’t still be out drinking at one in the morning.

I close my eyes and try calling him once more, vowing that if he doesn’t answer, I’m going to call the bars in town.

My heart stumbles at the familiar voicemail greeting, and I press my lips together, googling the number for the first bar I can think of.

Just as I’m about to call, headlights flood the living room, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“Oh, thank God!”

I hurry to the door, fully prepared to give Leon a piece of my mind when I see a bulky figure reaching into the backseat of the car.

What the hell?

Leon is big, but he’s not that big.

I watch as the stranger lifts something into his arms with ease before slamming the door behind him.

The thing in his arms is singing.

It’s not a thing.

It’s…my brother.

“Come on, Leon. Let’s get you home.”

“Leon?!” I watch as the hulk of a man carries my brother to the door with ease, the moonlight spilling onto his face as he does.

Eyes the color of honey stare back at me from behind thick, dark lashes. His skin is flawless, and as he concentrates on getting my brother to his feet, I watch his chiseled jaw tick, his eyes flickering up to mine briefly before he says, “A little help here?”

“I’m—”

“Not very helpful,” the man mutters, half carrying Leon into the house.

I blink.

“Excuseme?”

Who the hell is this man, and why is he being so rude to me?

“No, I won’t. I’m tired, and I need to leave. Can you handle him from here?”

He drops Leon onto the couch, and I can’t help but gaze at the biceps peeking out from beneath his thin white t-shirt. His skin doesn’t even have goosebumps from the cold.