The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: She Unclasped A Damn Pandora’s Box

Fin stepped forward and extended his hand. "Glad you’re okay."

Gavriel shook it. The handshake between a Shadowclaw Alpha and a Drakenfell Gamma was brief, professional, and carrying precisely the amount of respect two men could exchange without it becoming a moment. Fin’s grip was firm. Gavriel’s matched it. The matching was a test and a greeting wrapped in five seconds of palm-to-palm contact.

"Thanks," Gavriel said. The word was steady. His voice was steady. Everything about him was steady, which was a performance so complete that only Elara and the wolf inside his chest knew it was a performance.

Serena reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace.

The pendant had been humming. Low. Constant. A frequency that had started as background noise during the first shift and escalated with each subsequent shift until the humming was sitting behind her eyes like a tuning fork jammed against the inside of her skull. The headache was sharp, centralized, the specific pain of magic vibrating against bone at a frequency her body was rejecting.

The clasp released. The pendant came away from her skin. The humming stopped.

The matebonds opened like floodgates.

Three men winced.

Simultaneously. In unison. At the exact same moment, with the exact same flinch, the exact same sharp intake of breath, the exact same involuntary contraction of facial muscles that accompanied a sudden influx of sensory information hitting a channel that had been blocked for an hour and was now receiving the full, unfiltered backlog of everything the necklace had been swallowing.

Dexmon’s hand came off Gavriel’s shoulder. His eyes squeezed shut. His jaw clenched.

Fin’s handshake with Gavriel broke. His head turned sharply to the left, chin dropping, the reflexive response of a man absorbing a hit he hadn’t seen coming.

Gavriel flinched. Full body. His shoulders hunched, his breath caught, and his right hand moved involuntarily to his chest before he caught it and forced it back to his side.

Serena turned.

She had been facing Elara. She had been mid-step toward her best friend. The three winces happened behind her and the happening was audible, three sharp intakes of breath in the same half-second, and she turned because three simultaneous sounds from three men standing in a loose semicircle behind her was unusual enough to warrant her attention.

She saw all three of them. Dex with his eyes closed. Fin with his jaw locked. Gavriel with his hand halfway to his chest and dropping.

Three men. Three winces. Three identical reactions at the exact same moment she removed the necklace.

She looked down at the pendant in her hand.

Looked back up at three men who were already recovering, already resetting, already composing their faces into expressions that said "nothing happened" with varying degrees of success. Dex’s recovery was fast, his eyes opening, his jaw relaxing, his posture straightening. Fin’s was controlled, his head returning to center, his breathing evening out. Gavriel’s was the fastest because Gavriel had been hiding things behind a casual surface for his entire life and the surface snapped back into place like a rubber band.

None of them commented. If any of them noticed the synchronicity, they were choosing silence, and the silence was unanimous, and the unanimity was suspicious.

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