Page 15 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Fifteen

CALIX

Billy Marshall doesn't look like Billy Marshall anymore, and I haven't laid a finger on him.

Apparently, neither has any of my wolf pack.

His eyes are swollen shut, and his lips are blistered and bleeding.

His hair has been shaved, and he can't speak.

His arms are covered in bruises and bite marks, and it's clear that he's been kicked out of his 'pack’, if he ever belonged to one.

I eye him and cross my arms, watching his breathing get shallower as time passes. He isn't long for this world, and I have zero information.

“Where did you find him?”

Cox sighs and says, “On Blair's aunt's porch.”

I raise an eyebrow, and he nods, continuing.

“We thought he was planning on attacking her, so we jumped him. But the poor fucker could barely see. We didn't need to touch him. They've cut his tongue out.”

I wince and stare at the boy before me, wondering what his story is.

“End it for him. It's no way to live,” I grunt as Cox stares at me.

“You don't want him to suffer, Alpha?”

I shake my head. “He's suffered enough.”

Cox nods, but I can see he's conflicted, so I place my hand on his shoulder and say, “Pity your enemies, Cox.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I stride back toward the packhouse and mull everything over. Somehow, I'm sure this is all linked to what happened to my parents.

A rogue pack killed my family, yet no one can identify them. Then, my mate is attacked in the street by three boys from the local town. Now, the only surviving attacker has been mutilated to near death, so he can't tell anyone anything.

Why?

Who would do this?

“Calix.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, not now.

“I hear you brought a girl back with you.”

I roll my head to the side to see Alexia stalking up to me, her catlike features pulling into a smile that used to make my dick hard.

Not anymore. It’s as limp as a raw sausage.

Now? It's the little bookworm who choked on my dick that does it for me. The wide-eyed brunette that fucks herself over dirty books.

Who refuses to admit she's my mate.

“Why did you do that?” Alexia continues; her smile cannot disguise the jealousy in her voice. Alexia, with platinum blonde hair and legs for days, with tits that I've buried myself in more times than I can count.

But none of that matters now.

“Because she's my mate,” I tell her, watching her aqua eyes shatter. “I'm sorry, Alexia.”

“So I was just a bit of fun to you?” she spits, her eyes flashing.

I want to remind her I'm her Alpha, and that she needs to speak to me with respect, but I have to acknowledge her anger and frustration. Maybe she thought she'd be the next Luna.

Fat chance. She's sucked more wolf dick than anyone I know.

“Did I ever claim otherwise?” I snap, trying to hold on to my anger. “Did I ever tell you I loved you? No. We fucked. That's it. As I said, I'm sorry, but hopefully, you'll meet your mate soon enough.”

And hopefully, he knows a good seamstress for that pussy of yours.

“You're an asshole, Calix!” Alexia hisses, turning away. “A fucking asshole!”

“And still your Alpha,” I mutter, shaking my head as I walk away. “Never shit on your doorstep, yet here I am, surrounded by it.”

When I enter the packhouse, it falls quiet, and I scan the faces of the wolves resting in the lounge.

“What is it?” I snap, thoroughly pissed off now.

Leona, one of my favorite younger wolves, clears her throat.

“Blair was crying, Alpha.”

My eyes narrow, and I storm away, half running, half striding to our room. Vix is coming out of the room, with a troubled look on her face. She sees me and swallows but holds her hands up to slow me down.

“Wait,” she says, her eyes stern. “She's emotional. That's all.”

“Why is she crying?” I demand.

“Well...” Vix shrugs and looks at me with sadness. “She thinks she's a prisoner here. We all heard her cries, but I found her sound asleep. But she was talking in her sleep about being held prisoner here. I'm sorry, Calix; I know you've waited a long time for your mate.”

My chest feels like it's being crushed.

Blair feels like a prisoner?

Fuck!

I nod at Vix, and she pats my arm before walking away. “Try to be nice, Alpha.”

I grit my teeth and scowl, but I know she's right. I am forcing Blair to be here. I told her she's my mate, whether she likes it or not.

I push open the door, and my breath leaves my body at the sight of her in the cute panda onesie I ordered Vix to get for her. She's curled up in my bed, clutching the sheets to her, her body shaking with occasional hiccups from her sobs.

Shame creeps up on me like a sly enemy, and I bow my head.

I brought her here to be safe, and I lost it when she said she wasn't my mate. My wolf snaps at me, and I tell him to fuck off.

He doesn't.

Instead, he tells me what a shit job I've done so far, and I allow him to take over and comfort her. When my wolf presses his back to her front, Blair wraps her arms around him, snuggling into his fur as her breathing evens out.

This is our mate. We have to love and protect her.

But she can't keep resisting me. She can't. She can't tell me I'm not her mate when I am.

It unleashes a fury in me so intense I could kill someone, and an Alpha who can't control his temper or emotions is a terrible Alpha. I thought my mate would bring out the good in me, not the bad.

Please, Blair. Save me.

Be my willing mate; let me mark you, let me fuck you, let me love you. Have my babies. Rule my pack with me. Be my Luna. Be my Queen.

Please.