Chapter 25

Brendan, who has undoubtedly noticed Alcina’s presence flitting behind him, keeps his eyes trained on the newcomers.

“Must you always arrive in such an abrupt manner?” he sighs, and something about the tone relaxes some of the anxiety that had been building in Alcina’s chest.

Alpha Percy’s pale lips quirk into a sharp smirk. The Alpha’s face remains as impassive as ever, though his eyes - bright and curious and keen, like an eagle who’s spotted a bird of prey - remain fixed, for some reason, on Alcina.

Alcina feels as though she’s been pinned to the floor she stands by the cat-eyed stare leveled upon her.

She shifts, unconsciously, just an inch closer to Brendan. He brings a hand to curl around her hip, a weight that feels comfortingly like safety.

Like an assurance.

The Alpha’s eyes, piercing, zoom in on the minute shift.

“There is an urgent manner.”

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