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I feel his rough, warm hand quiver in my hand and tighten my grip, giving it a comforting squeeze. Alaricus turns to face me, his rich red bottom lip wedged between his teeth and worried, warm honey eyes. Alaricus chose not to give the Alphas a heart attack and to tell them the topic of conversation over the phone as he was calling over the Alphas