The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: You’re Handing Me Leverage, NIECE

Every head turned to look at Nightspire. Fin tensed next to Serena, eyes locking on him like a predator.

Dexmon’s brows furrowed and his eyes surged molten gold for a split second.

Nightspire didn’t seem to notice or care.

"Of course," Serena answered softly. She was curious why he wanted to pull her now.

King Tiberon lifted a hand. She froze.

"On what grounds?" he asked evenly.

Nightspire’s gaze slid to him, sharp enough to cut. "I need a word with my niece."

His words landed hard.

Then Nightspire smiled, easy and disarming, like he hadn’t just dropped a political grenade into the room.

"I’ll bring her back in one piece. Promise."

That did not help.

Tiberon’s eyes flicked to Serena, narrowing.

Niece would have been useful information earlier.

Serena swallowed. Her face said exactly what she was thinking.

Oh. Right. That.

Hale’s voice slid into their mindlink.

Hale: That was one of the items we were going to brief you on today.

Fin locked onto Nightspire with the kind of focus that most men reserved for targets, not conversations.

Nightspire tilted his head at Fin, studying him like a new piece on a board he was already winning. "There it is."

Before anyone could process that interaction, Garrett Darkhowler stepped into the tent.

"Serena," he announced. "A word."

Before Tiberon or Dexmon could react, Nightspire cut in. "Ah. Nephew."

Garrett grimaced. "We’ve discussed this."

Nightspire clapped him on the back hard enough to jostle him forward. "Fine. Darkhowler. You’re going to have to wait. I had her first."

Garrett shot him a look and didn’t bother hiding his irritation. "Why do you need to speak with her?"

"Aye, something that does not concern you. Outside of the fact you’re harboring..."

Garrett cut him off. "You don’t get to call dibs on people."

Nightspire chuckled. "Watch me."

While this interaction was going on, Tiberon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nephew" implied that Serena was related to Darkhowler as well.

She swallowed again.

It wasn’t on purpose. A lot had happened between dragons, concussions, and waking up on top of Shadowclaw. Her mental filing system was completely shot.

Gav read the situation and mindlinked.

Gav: Garrett grew up with her and Elara. No blood relation.

There was a pause.

An awkward one.

Because Garrett was very much on Gav’s mindlink. Wearing a very visible golden cuff. Actively listening. His lips twitched, failing to hide his amusement.

Hale slowly turned his head.

Gav: Your reaction to that was so delayed I’m embarrassed from across the room.

Hale: What the hell is wrong with you.

Gav: Go play concussion chess with your loving Uncle. Chop-chop.

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