Page 114 of The Alpha's Seer

Alpha Asher says nothing at first, but then he sighs. He looks at me with wariness, but he knows he can trust me.

“What is it?”

“It’s her.” He nods his head in the direction Azra went off in. “She’s in my fucking head, and I can’t get her out.”

“Fuck her out of it then,” I suggest, before realizing it’s not that simple. Even wolves feel trauma, and I doubt Azra or any of the other women can slide back into someone’s bed so quickly after what they went through with that fucker Faolan and his men.

I’m lucky Blair wasn’t hurt like that.

The thought makes me incandescent with rage.

Still, I’ve seen some women come back swinging the other way—needing touch, needing sex, like it’s the only way to scrub the filth out and make it theirs again.

Maybe that’s what Azra’s doing.

Maybe Asher’s just the bastard strong enough to take it.

“It isn’t enough.” Alpha Asher shrugs.

I lift a brow. They’ve already fucked?

I can’t imagine Azra letting Alpha Asher, or any other man, anywhere near her.

Reading my mind, Alpha Asher sighs.

“No, we haven’t. I just know it wouldn’t make a difference.” He sighs heavily again. “It’s complicated. I can’t fucking stand her, but…” His eyes change as he stares past me. “I don’t know. I’m being stupid.” He stands straighter, and his gaze hardens, returning to the man I know. “We’ll leave tonight.”

I nod, surprised he’s made such a sudden decision. He seemed to stay because of Azra, but that’s impossible. If she were his mate, they’d know.

Right?

Then again…

“Thank you for having us.” Alpha Asher nods at me before moving past, stomping toward his pack.

“That boy has so many issues,” I murmur to myself as my wolf agrees.

The woman will help him.

I snort. “They can’t stand each other.”

No matter.

I decide not to argue with my wolf and head back to Blair, who is dozing in the bubble bath. Her eyes remain closed when I walk in, with no sense of danger at all. I sigh.

I need to train her somehow—I could’ve been anyone walking in here.

“Better?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the tub as she grins at me.

“God, yes. This tub is divine.”

“No,youare divine.” I tell her, leaning down to lift her leg from the soapy water. “Now, I’m going to wash you.”

Blair looks surprised but says nothing, allowing me to clean her from head to toe. I have to exercise serious self-restraint when I clean her swollen pussy, but somehow I manage to behave like a man, not a wolf.

Rude,my wolf huffs, and I grin.

Blair smiles. “What’s he saying?”