Page 92 of The Blairville Legacies

For a few seconds, the two stared at each other, though I didn’t know why exactly. They had to know each other. I couldn’t explain it any other way.

“I’m glad you found your way to me as well, Alarik. We need to clarify some matters that, according to my son, have been going on behind our backs.”

The Alpha sounded calm, but there was anger in his voice.

Bastien glanced at the white gold Rolex that was on his wrist and matched his dark blond hair. I had given it to him five years ago to make room in my collection.

“We have to go. Nicolaj is waiting.”

If you kept Nicolaj waiting, you hadmessed it up with him. There was only one among us who could afford that. And that was Bastien.

Even though I knew that Nicolaj was not waiting, but was currently on a business trip to Toronto, I was grateful to my mentor for ending this ridiculous conversation.

I rose from the couch and buttoned my suit jacket, whereupon my blood brothers did the same.

Nash just snorted disdainfully, but I ignored his threatening looks. Because even if they seemed so,hewasn’t. Not here on a campus full of humans.

“If there will be a single incident that has anything to do with your boys in the smallest way, three de-registrations from Vanderwood University will follow!”

The Alpha’s words sounded harsh, but I would not break the rules. After all, they also corresponded to the interests of our clan leader, who I did not want to mess with at any price in the world. However, I was worried aboutMiles.

Bastien didn’t answer and went to the door, where the English professor was still standing, gazing firmly into his eyes.

We followed Bastien and a short time later we found ourselves back in the large stairwell of Vanderwood.

No one said a thing, because we all knew that the Copelands could overhear every word from that distance.

I was still wondering about the meeting of Prof. Copeland and Bastien. Everyone my mentor was involved with worked in his department or was dead.

“Did you see their faces? As if they wanted to get their asses kicked,” Miles laughed with a grin, tying his hair into an undercut man bun.

“And that’sexactlywhat they won’t get,” Bastien warned him. “That’s what they want. For you to make a misstep.”

“Should we tell Nicolaj about this?” Laurent asked, visibly tense.

I listened up.

“Nicolaj has other problems,” Bastien countered intently.

“Maybe we should, Bastien. They were verbally attacking us,” David, who had been quiet the whole time, agreed.

David, the platinum blond blood brother to my left, was best at this of the three of us. Staying calm and waiting it out. Observing the situation as we had learned to do. He had always been thoughtful. On top of that, he had strong powers.

Miles liked to tease him about it, even though we both had respect for the fact that he could do telekinesis. Something usually only the Air Quatura could do.

“We can’t run to our leader every time we have a problem like the children of Nickolas Copeland.”

Bastien was right. We would not act like those dogs.

“Surely you must have noticed the tension that exists between the Alpha and his brother.”

My mentor said nothing back to Laurent’s statement.

“It proves that you should be careful what you hide from the clan head if you don’t want him to get suspicious.”

Laurent sounded serious, yet he remained composed because Bastien was above him, and what he said could have consequences for his job in our family dynasty. Every word.

I knew that Bastien didn’t care about this rule of power because he was different from us. He had never wanted power, or control. Not like Nicolaj. But he was good at hiding what hereallywanted.