Page 194 of The Blairville Legacies

Alarik said nothing in response to Father’s words.

Something distracted me. I felt a strange cold sensation on the back of my neck as if someone was watching me.

I looked around. The corridor was empty. I smelled... nothing. But the feeling remained.

“This university is yours.” My father’s words rang through the door. They were closer now. “But sometimes, I wonder if I haven’t made a mistake leaving it to you.”

Footsteps approached the door. And as always, I stole away unnoticed before anyone could spot me.

We had just arrived at our family’s country estate when Finn hurried through the doorway across the stone terrace, one of the countless Jeep car keys in his hand.

“Finn...” I called out, and he looked up, pausing briefly. “Are you all right?”

Finn looked in a hurry, as if something had happened. He must have just come back from school.

“Dad’s out of his mind,” he replied with a pitying expression. “So, watch out and just do what he tells you to do.” He waved the car key in the air. “I have to go to the guys.”

He could only mean his high school friends, who were all about to undergo their first transformation soon.

As a result, the stronger among them would not only rise from the Omega rank to the Delta rank, they would also all have to submit to Father's alpha bond.

Finn hurried down the terrace into the pebble front garden and disappeared along one of the paths that led through the bushes around the house.

Nervousness grew inside me.

I looked at Nash, then at my father’s office window.

“Come...” I urged Nash, and we disappeared into the house, walking through the wide entryway to Father’s double office door.

Nash knocked and after Father invited us in. I closed the door.

Father was pacing back and forth like he was getting ready for something. When he looked up, he looked grimly at Nash, stepped toward him, and put his hands on Nash’s shoulders.

“Listen to me, son. Your uncle doesn’t want to do anything about the Ruisangors.”

I had tried to keep my mouth shut, but the comment just slipped out.

“You’re his Alpha, Father. He’s under your command. Hemustobey you.”

Father had wanted to say something else to Nash, but he fell silent, looking at me instead, for longer than a second...longer than two, three...

My nervousness returned, and I began to fiddle with my bracelet.

Had I interrupted him?

“Emy’s right.”

Father was still looking at me, but it felt more like he was looking through me. Then, in a hurry, he turned his eyes away from me.

“That man has a mind of his own,” Father growled in displeasure. “I didn’t call you here to discuss Alarik. I want you to be careful and tell your men to stay away from the borders of Fogs Forest.” He let go of Nash and paced around his desk, rummaging through his files as if looking for something. “My men already know.”

He didn’t find what he was looking for, tapped the top of the desk for a moment, then hurried away from the desk again, past his organized chess table, toward the window.

Nash stared at Father with concern. Or was it confusion? The same confusion I always felt in this room?

Father wheeled around and looked at Nash urgently.

“What are you waiting for?”

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