Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Charis

I felt all the blood drain from my face as Darian’s gaze met mine.

My knees went weak, and for a terrifying moment, I thought I might faint. I gripped Marcus’s sleeve instinctively. The communication band Marcus had given me started beeping as panic flooded my system.

"Eamon!" Marcus shook my shoulders gently, forcing me to tear my gaze away from Darian, who had gone back to pressing his phone. "Are you alright? You look terrified."

I opened my mouth slightly, but no sound came.

"Whoa there," Marcus said gently, his gaze darting from me to Darian. He smoothly removed the wristband from my trembling hand and pressed a few buttons before slipping the band back on my wrist.

"Hey," he called out to me again. "It’s okay. He’s not the fucking Moon Goddess, he’s my cousin."

"What?" I turned to him, frantically.

He gave me another reassuring smile as he chuckled softly. "My cousin," he nudged with his face at Darian, who was busy with his phone now. "A lot of people have different reactions when they discover that the Alpha King’s son is my cousin. I probably should have warned you."

I turned to stare at him fully this time. My eyes were still wide with terror, and now it was joined with disbelief. "He-He’s your cousin?" I stuttered; my voice was barely audible.

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Marcus nodded with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Want an autograph or something?" he teased.