The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Uphill Boulder, Vertical Composure

The queen was back at it.

Twenty-four hours ago, Serena had told this woman to fuck off in a public hallway. Twelve hours ago, this woman had fainted with the theatrical precision of a stage actress hitting her mark.

This woman had presumably woken up, assessed the damage, recalculated her entire strategy, and decided that the optimal play was to pretend none of it happened and arrive fresh with a "wonderful idea" and a smile that could charm the skin off a snake.

It was funny, really. In the way that a building fire is funny when you’re watching it from across the street and the building belongs to your employer.

"I was looking for you both," Bellatrix repeated, her smile widening to include Elara in the radius of warmth, because Bellatrix never forgot to include the Beta Luna in her charm offensives.

Damn straight. This Beta Luna was the gatekeeper to the princess and gatekeepers required maintenance.

Elara was preparing her response. A polite deflection, a redirect, a "Your Grace, we were just heading to" followed by a location that was anywhere other than here.

Then she saw Serena freeze.

Board-stiff. Every muscle locked. Her spine went vertical so fast it looked corrective, like an invisible hand had grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her upright.

Her nostrils flared. Once. Wide.

The involuntary intake of a wolf catching a scent her body had opinions about, and the opinions were arriving at a volume her composure was scrambling to contain.

Dexmon and Gavriel had just entered the gallery.

Their footsteps echoed off the stone. Dex’s voice was mid-sentence, something to Gavriel about the coma, the tone easy, warm, the register of a prince talking to his Gamma like the last few weeks hadn’t happened.

Thank the gods.

Gavriel’s response was too low to catch, but the cadence was casual, practiced, the Gavriel Sterling Autopilot of charm and deflection running at full power.

Both of them were behind Serena. Both of their scents were in the air. The gallery was enclosed, stone-walled and poorly ventilated, and the poor ventilation meant scents lingered. The concentrated air was doing Serena absolutely zero favors.

Serena’s nostrils flared again. Her jaw tightened. A muscle in her neck twitched.

Elara’s brain executed a threat assessment in under two seconds.

Bellatrix was standing eight feet away with her smile and her wonderful idea. Bellatrix, whose primary hobby was collecting information about Serena Frostborne and weaponizing it at strategic intervals.

Bellatrix, who had called Serena a harlot on multiple occasions and whose vocabulary for women with complicated mate situations was colorful and cruel and always delivered with impeccable timing.

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