Page 91 of The Blairville Legacies

Were they talking about the contract that so drastically limited our lives?

“That contract includes keeping your boys away from my pack!”

I suppressed a dry laugh.

Boys. What was his son if I was a boy? Atoddler?

“But it does not include privatizing educational institutions, Dr. Copeland.”

Bastien maintained his composure the whole time. As professional as our clan was, we tried to handle the matters we got into in a businesslike manner. Bastien was not only the best example from the family in that case, but also the one who knew how to act in difficult situations. He had his job to thank for that.

He looked a good fifteen years younger than Dr. Copeland, although he wasn’t. That was because of the blood that ran through our veins. Pure Ruisangor blood.Legacy blood.

The wolf didn’t respond to Bastien’s argument, which led me to conclude that we had hit a sore spot.

“The three of them wanted to come here. Any one of us would have gladly sent them somewhere else.”

That was an extremely bald-faced lie, Bastien.

Miles next to me cleared his throat audibly, whereupon he earned a warning look fromhistrainer – our family bodyguard – Laurent.

Laurent was standing by the window in his three-piece suit and had been looking out, watchfully surveying the surroundings until just now.

Bastien, on the other hand, skillfully ignored the three of us on the couch. He had been the one who had persuaded us to come here rather than to a prestigious university in the States, where Nicolaj, the clan head, would have liked to see us. When Nicolaj had learned what Bastien was planning with us, Bastien hadalmost lost his head. But his benefit to the clan was enormous, which is why it hadn’t come to that. Bastien had known, and he had taken advantage of it for whatever ridiculous reason.

I didn’t care where I studied as long as I could take the economics course and finally satisfy Nicolaj. I had already studied twice, but I had centuries ahead of me. Why not collect graduation hats?

It wasn’t like I had ever wanted to, but in the DeLoughrey clan, it wasn’t aboutwanting. It was about the consequences of the actions of all brothers and sisters.

Laurent, who had been standing at the window all this time getting an overview of the campus, now turned to face us completely. His eyes flashed reddish, giving me to understand that he had used his powers.

“Someone is coming,” he remarked, addressing Bastien.

We all looked at the door, which flew open with a crash, presenting us with an angry young wolf. To be precise, the unpredictable son of Nickolas Copeland.

“What are you still doing here!!!” he growled in our direction, his eyes turning yellow, showing us his teeth. Black veins stood out wildly under his skin.

Beside me, Miles jumped up, and I just barely got a hold of his wrist to pull him back onto the hard leather couch. He looked at me, sighing, as if I had once again spoiled his stupid fun, his brown strands almost falling into his red glowing eyes.

What was wrong with everyone? Had they forgotten that we were superior to this lowlife?

It was clear to me that Miles had always had trouble with emotions. He was a Ruisangor who couldn’t manage to keep his feelings in check. And he had absolutely no manners.

“We are where we belong, mutt,” I murmured, unfazed by Nash’s ridiculous threatening tone, and leaned back even further into the back of the couch.

The alpha dog’s eyes snapped open wider.

“How dare you show up here and talk to us like that...” Nash began and was about to jump on me when Laurent intervened.

“Enough!” it escaped Dr. Copeland, who was still struggling with his own emotions.

Weak. These wolves were not only uncontrolled but alsoextremely weak. It was a wonder they had survived all these centuries without being discovered by humans.

“Nash!” a voice rang out from the hallway.

I could immediately place it with the English professor from earlier, who seemed to be the only wolf with brains in this facility. “You shouldn’t always overreact like that...”

The Senseque paused in the doorway as his alarmed gaze met that of Bastien, who also seemed to slip out of his trained mind for a few seconds. Something very unusual. Bastien had always been a master of his emotions.

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