Alpha Terrell's POV
I kept my voice completely even.
"What questions?" I asked.
She was still curled against my chest, her fingers loosely holding the fabric of Merrick's - of my - shirt, completely unaware that the man beneath her had gone as still as statue.
Merrick gave her that book.
My brother. Who had known - had known at the time, when it was still assumed she belonged to the Alpha, to me - had put an erotic novel in my mate's hands and told her to come to him with questions.
I breathed in slowly through my nose.
Alright, I thought. Alright then.
I shifted slightly, tilting her chin up just enough that she'd know I was paying attention, and said: "Tell me. I'll answer whatever you want to know."
The pause that followed showed that she was trying to gather her courage.
