Page 13 of Red and the Alpha
“The guard allowed me in.” His words washed over her.
Kamila’s body swayed in his direction once he stopped in front of her. There were mere inches between them, and it was still too much.
Kamila tilted her head back to meet his gaze. His amber eyes practically glowed. The heat radiating off him hit Kamila. As the alpha, he would be strong. But staring deep into his glowering eyes, she sensed his animal was close to the surface.
Maybe it was his power that was attracting her to him.
Kamila bit back an unladylike snort.
One look at Maxius, and she knew it was the man she was attracted to.
“Are you here to pay your respects?” she asked quietly. She slid her hands into the pockets of her dress to keep from reaching out and touching Maxius.
“Yes, and to see if I could still pick up traces of the wolves who attacked her.” He waited and watched for Kamila’s reaction.
“It’s been three days since it happened—”
“Which is still plenty of time. I should be able to pick up something.”
Kamila nodded and stepped to the side. Maxius moved to the table. She was curious on what he was going to do. How would he be able to pick up any trace of her attacker? Hazel had been cleaned and prepped for her cremation. The morticians who cared for her had ensured her neck was covered so the coven wouldn’t have to see the gashes.
“May I?” he asked, motioning to Hazel’s still form.
“Of course.” Kamila hugged herself and stood near him, watching.
He gently raised Hazel’s hand and brought it to his face. He breathed in deeply, sniffing it.
“She was outside,” he murmured.
Maxius’s sharp gaze wandered to Haze’s face. He replaced her arm and tilted her head. A sharp intake of breath was his only response. A deep growl vibrated from him, and Kamila found herself automatically taking a step back.
Not in fear.
She wasn’t afraid of the wolf, she was scared of her response to such a show of alpha-male display.
His gaze cut to her.
“Be not afraid of me, Kamila,” he warned. His eyes were pure wolf, watching her carefully.
“I’m not,” she whispered. There was no way in hell she would be admitting she was attracted to him while her grandmother lay a foot away from her, dead.
He studied her for a moment more then gave his attention back to Hazel’s neck.
“You are correct. This was a wolf,” he announced. With extreme care, he returned Hazel back to the position she had been in.
“You know of the wolf?” Her heart skipped a beat. If this was all it took, she would have asked for him to sniff Hazel out before.
“Honestly, no. I don’t recognize the scent. If I smelled it again, I would.” He took a step back away from Hazel and faced Kamila. “I want to walk around where she was found. If you tell me where, I will be out of your hair. Whoever it is has a few days ahead of me, and I’m sure they were careless.”
“Careless?” Kamila repeated. Her eyebrows rose sharply at his words. “Why would you think that?”
“Because it would not be expected for the alpha to be helping witches.” He folded his arms before him.
She couldn’t help but notice how taut the shirt drew across his massive chest. She swallowed hard and glanced at her grandmother.
Wolf.
Hazel’s whisper still echoed in her head.
