Page 11 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Eleven

CALIX

“So if you’re bringing her back to the packhouse, tell her what you are,” Cox says with a yawn, straightening his limbs. He’s had a rough night, and thanks to him and two other wolves, we have Billy Marshall.

The question is, why did Billy Marshall want Blair so badly? She’s just a human to him—she may be my mate, but I doubt he knows.

Thank God I stayed with her.

I remember her body against mine, her hard nipples, and the way her body shivered in the chilly air. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and take her to bed, to bring warmth to every part of her.

At least you know she’s our mate now.

My wolf has been smug as fuck about this and how much he managed to calm her when she was scared. It took everything for him not to take over last night when Billy attempted to come into the house, but he would have ripped Billy apart, not caring if Blair saw it.

I did my best to keep in touch with the others through mind-link while keeping Blair calm, which was difficult when she breathed in my scent for comfort.

Her lips against my throat did things to me they shouldn’t ever do—I need to get her home as soon as possible.

I can’t sleep without her, and I like my sleep.

I had none last night but can’t say the same for Leon.

“I know.”

“Now is your chance,” Cox points out, nodding behind me before striding into the trees behind us.

I sigh and turn to see Blair with a duffel bag in her hands, her eyes darting around like she’s about to be attacked. My chest aches at her wariness, and I cross over to her, taking her bag from her before pointing at the truck Cox had left for me.

“Shall we?”

Blair stares back at her aunt’s house and bites her lip, making me growl.

“Did you leave a note, Blair?” I ask, ignoring the way she makes me hard with one movement. It’s fucking appalling—an Alpha reduced to a walking dick because of a human.

“I did, but—”

“Then get in the truck,” I command, stalking to the driver’s side while trying to adjust my dick in my pants. I can’t drive like this, so something has to give.

Blair doesn’t move, and I have a vision of tossing her over my shoulder and throwing her in the damn truck when she finally shifts in my direction, calming the blaze in my body.

She’s defiant, as I knew my mate would be. The Goddess above clearly hates me.

But then, Blair is stunningly beautiful, so the Goddess may be giving me a break.

Maybe.

Jasmine and vanilla fill the cabin of the truck, and my dick stiffens again.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter as Blair looks at me questioningly before speaking.

“Where did your friend go?” Blair frowns, staring into the woods.

Well, what better way to tell her that Cox moves faster in his wolf form than I do in the truck? A smile forms on my lips, and I sigh, starting the truck and flicking the headlights on. It’s only five in the morning, and the sun hasn’t yet risen.

“I know you’re going to think I’m crazy,” I start, and Blair laughs.

“I already do.”

I press my lips together and scowl.

This isn’t going well.

I focus on driving for a while, already feeling better for hitting the open road.

“Sorry,” Blair adds, twisting in her seat. “Carry on.”

“Do you believe in werewolves, Blair?”

Blair stills, and I can’t even look at her. I know what it sounds like, but we’re real whether she likes it or not. Her heart rate picks up, and I can smell her nervous sweat as it slips down her spine. Can almost feel her fingers itching to open the truck door as it speeds down the dirt track.

“What?” Blair whispers, gawping at me.

“Do you?” I ask again, thinking back to her vampire book and feeling stupid. She’s never going to take me seriously.

“No, of course not,” Blair scoffs. “Why?”

I’m silent until she asks again. “Why, Calix?”

“Because,” I inhale deeply before saying the words I’ve dreaded saying since I first saw her. “That’s what we are.”

“We?” Blair echoes, the blood draining from her face.

I keep driving, my foot heavy on the pedal. I need to get her home. She could go into shock.

“Cox and the others you heard last night on the porch,” I reply flatly. “Billy Marshall and his friends? Them too.”

“No, werewolves aren’t real.”

I roll my head and give her an eye roll. “Trust me, darlin’, we’re real.”

Blair looks like she’s going to vomit.

I can’t blame her. I haven’t even delivered the best news to her yet.

“Is that…” Blair swallows and breathes heavily before continuing, “Is that why you’re so big?”

I nod, feeling her gaze running over me.

“You can turn into a wolf?” she asks weakly, her voice faint.

I nod again, and that’s when I have to pull over to let her empty her stomach contents onto the road. I lean against the truck while she throws up and decide I better wait until we get to the packhouse before I tell her she’s my mate.

Fucking hell.

The sun is rising slowly, and I await its warmth eagerly.

It feels better on your skin as a human, but running in the early morning sun is pretty special as a wolf, too.

I scan the treeline, wondering how many wolves are out here, trying to burn their energy before the day begins. Wolves don’t do well being restless.

“Calix.”

Blair stands shakily, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Even now, she takes my breath away.

“Am I in danger?”

I tilt my head. “From?”

Her eyes trail over my body until she waves a hand at me. “From you.”

“No, my little bookworm. You have nothing to fear from me.”

She nods warily and then looks back at the truck. “Can you take me home?”

I blink at her, utterly confused. “Why would you want to go home?”

“I need to call the police, the FBI, animal control…” Blair dashes to the truck, but I’m too fast for her. I slam the door shut before she can jump in and cage her against the door.

“You aren’t going to call anyone, Blair. The only people who can protect you are the same as those who are hunting you.”

Blair’s eyes fill with tears as she tries to break free, elbowing me and trying to knee me in the balls.

“Goddess above me,” I mutter, holding her hands above her head and pressing my body against hers. “Stop fighting me, you stupid girl. I’m trying to help you.”

“Fuck you! You want to eat me!”

A laugh escapes my lips then, and it’s of a full-belly variety. “Fuck yes, I do.”

Just not in the way she thinks.

Her eyes widen as tears spill down her cheeks, and fuck if it doesn’t make me hard. So she can knee me in the balls and still get me hard? I’m completely fucked.

Where are you, Alpha? Cox mind-links me, and I sigh, staring at Blair before replying.

My mate is afraid I’m going to eat her.

Cox’s laughter fills my mind, and a smile twitches on my lips.

Blair begins to fight me again, and she bites my arm hard and scratches my face, making me jump back in surprise. She takes the opportunity and fucking runs with it, literally.

“For fuck’s sake,” I roar, and she lets out a whimper. “You want me to chase you?”

Does Blair really think she can outrun a werewolf? It’s laughable, but I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. I watch until she disappears from my vision, then let my wolf take over. He can handle this because I’m pissed the fuck off.

My wolf takes over happily, his paws sinking into the wet soil as he chases our mate, nothing but love and warmth spilling from his core. He fucking loves her. I inhale the grassy scent, the morning dew, and the wet soil.

Nature soothes me.

We catch up to her, but my wolf circles her before appearing before her, making her stop and fall onto her hands and knees.

“No…” she whispers, comically screaming my name. “Calix!”

Un-fucking-believable. She’s screaming for me now.

My wolf steps closer, bowing his head as he stares at her.

Blair stills, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as she recognizes my wolf. Pride blooms in my chest, and my wolf smirks at me.

She prefers my wolf to me.

Whatever.

“It’s you! You’ve come to help me again!” Blair moves forward on her hands and knees, leaves and mud splattering her thin clothes. She’s ice cold again. She throws her arms around my wolf, and he nuzzles into her neck before guiding her back to the truck.

“You’re like my guardian angel! There’s a crazy man here…” Blair mumbles, her hand clutching a lump of my wolf’s fur. “He said he’s a…”

Oh, this will be good.

Blair stares down at my wolf, her eyes searching his. I wish I could capture the moment the realization hits her—it’s classic. It’s got to be the eyes.

“Cal…Calix?”

Well done, baby.