Alphas on the Prowl
better be.” The warning wasn’t hard to miss in Connor’s voice and eyes.
    “I’m in trouble, Connor.” He plopped down on the curbside in front of the hotel room, his head drooped and his shoulders hung low.
    He reminded Connor of a weeping willow tree. Connor let out a deep sigh and sat down next to his brother. “What happened?” He braced himself, assuming Trey did something that was going to need to be fixed. He was one of the impetuous siblings, and Connor was used to cleaning up messes after Tremaine. Connor looked toward the off-white hotel door. “Did she do something?”
    “Yeah. She was born.”
    Connor ran a hand through his short, dark hair, and scratched behind his ear. “You do know you’re making no sense, right?”
    Trey took a deep breath and turned his eyes to Connor’s. “How did you know Lee was your mate?”
    Connor let out a deep chuckle. “Do you think this weaver is your mate?”
    “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”
    Connor couldn’t hide the quizzical look on his face. True mates were rare. It was unlikely that Tremaine would’ve found his mate so quickly after he found his. “Lee is a succubus. The first clue was that her power had no effect on me. It’s what made her think we were mates. I wouldn’t have gone there if she hadn’t suggested it. As you know, I was tasked to turn her in to the Tribunal for your release.”
    “I’m not willing to test whether or not her power works over me. I could very well lose my life.” Trey shook his head helplessly.
    Connor knew his brother was strong, but even the greatest warriors had weaknesses and fears. From what Connor understood of weavers, they were able to see into the soul of their target to find those fears and weaknesses, and use those things against the person in their dreams as weapons. “We didn’t know for certain until we had sex.” Connor offered.
    “Great, another option that I don’t have at my disposal. The woman hates me with a passion.”
    “Then maybe she isn’t your mate, T. I mean, Lee and I had difficulty keeping our hands off each other.”
    “My fingers itch to touch her. When I kissed her I almost lost all control. I had to push her away before I claimed her. The dragon thirsts for her. But from what I can tell, she doesn’t want to be near me even after I offered to capture her sister alive, despite the death warrant on her head.”
    “You did what?”
    “I can’t be responsible for killing my mate’s sister.” The helpless look in his eyes broke Connor’s heart. Trey was impetuous, strong, volatile, stubborn, but he was also his little brother, and Connor would do anything to protect him. Seeing the confusion, frustration, pain, and helplessness in his eyes made Connor desperate to help his brother.
    “Okay, one of us will kill the woman.” Connor decided.
    “No! If she is my mate, she will hate my family. It will make things impossible to develop a relationship between us. If we bring the girl in then she can defend herself, and the Tribunal will be responsible for the sister’s death.”
    “That’s not how this works, Tremaine.”
    “I don’t care.”
    “It’s a death warrant. Not a capture.”
    Trey shook his head, refusing to listen to the logic his brother was spewing. He wouldn’t let anyone in his family hurt the sister. Mariah needed to face the Tribunal and answer for her crimes. Her death was not something he was going to allow.
    “T, you need to listen to me,” Connor began.
    “No!” Trey’s eyes glowed blood red. “No one in this family will be responsible for Mariah’s death.”
    The flash of anger in his brother’s eyes put Connor’s beast on edge. He decided to try a different tactic. “Maybe you should let one of the other hunters collect the girl’s bounty.”
    “There are others, but Mysti called upon me personally to see this through.”
    “Mysti? The Tribunal’s oracle?”
    “Yes.”
    It was Mysti that told the Tribunal to collect

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