Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 253

"Hey," he says, his voice a bit too loud.

Micah and Jason follow close behind, each taking a seat around the table. Micah's gaze flicks between Alec and me, his brows pulling together as if he's piecing something together.

“So," Brian says, leaning back and propping his elbows on the back of his chair. "Are we ready for tonight?"

Why does he look so calm? So, fucking cheerful? Is something wrong with him? That also pissed me of. I want to hit him just for being happy while I feel like I was drowning.

"I told you; the moon cycle will leave you a mess of emotions" Nyx reminds me, but I ignore her.

I force myself to focus on him, grateful for the distraction. Anything to keep me from sinking back into the vortex of Alec's scent.

My eyes roam over Brian, taking him in. Despite the palpable tension in the room, he looks completely at ease. While every other unmated male in the pack looks like they're on the verge of snapping, Brian is... calm. Almost too calm.

"Brian," I say, tilting my head. "You don't seem... affected."

He raises a brow, glancing around. "By what?"

I gesture to the room, where several males are gripping the edges of the table so hard the wood is splintering beneath their fingers. "The full moon. The heat. You're not feeling it?"

"Not as much as

forward, his eyes narrowing.

the same connection to the moon

the full moon like we do?" I ask, genuinely

intensely. Even the wolves who were turned into hybrids feel it less. The vampire side

are saying, it's easier for hybrids?"

the pull of the full moon, but it's... muted.

Micah snorts. "Lucky bastard."

me,

what?" Jason asks, leaning

just a second. "The aggression is double, having two dominant

would make sense. Witches and warlocks usually just mind their business, but vampires and werewolves are different. We fight for almost everything. In a way, we

need blood?" I ask, given

though. When I was a full-blooded vampire, I needed it every day. Now, every two or three

"What

together. "What about

"Like... do hybrids get mates? Or vampire

jaw tenses, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on a knot in the wooden table. “That's the million-dollar