Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 251

“King?”

There’s a pause, a void of silence, and for a moment, my heart stutters. Maybe it won’t work. Maybe it was stupid to even—

“Sadie?”

I jolt, eyes flying open, breath catching in my throat. It worked.

“King!”

He sounds just as shocked as I feel. “How are you doing this? The mind-link only works if we’re close. You’re... miles away.”

“I don’t know,” I say, a shaky laugh bubbling up in my throat. “I just tried.”

He chuckles, and the sound is warm and familiar. “Damn. Your powers are leveling up faster than we thought. This is amazing.”

I smile, nodding even though he can’t see me. “I know, right? I honestly wasn’t sure it would work. Actually, I was afraid it wouldn’t work.”

“I guess we don’t need phones now,” he chuckles. “It will save me the phone bill.”

His teasing slightly eases the tension inside as my heart fills with something more than need.

“You’ll still need your phone; otherwise, how is Aspen supposed to talk to her favorite uncle?”

“Suppose she inherited her mother’s abilities?”

It’s something I’ve thought about even though I haven’t really allowed myself to dive too much into it. After all, she’s still a kid and besides, she hasn’t shown any signs as of yet.

“Even if she has, it would probably take years before they are unlocked.” I answer him, “So you still have to use it.”

“Damn, and here I was hoping,” he mutters in a light tone.

“No such luck,” I laugh before asking, “How’s the pack doing?”

There’s a beat of silence, then King says, “Good. I was just preparing to lead the run.”

“You are nervous?”

I could sense it in his voice. This was so unlike him. He’s always assured and confident. I don’t remember ever seeing King nervous.

I gasp, swallowing hard, but it’s like trying to breathe through molasses.

How did his scent get so strong? It was faint when he went upstairs, but now it’s like it’s everywhere, suffocating me, sinking deep into my lungs and my skin.

My mouth goes dry.

Alec reaches the bottom of the stairs and looks around, his dark eyes searching for me. When they finally land on mine, the air is sucked from my lungs.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

All I can do is stare at him, my nails digging into the wooden table as that electric, gnawing, aching need coils tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.