Rowan
Corin's eyes widened with shock. Bei was on her feet in an instant, her body coiled and ready to fight even as her face drained of colour.
"Supreme Alpha Rowan," she breathed, her voice tight with barely controlled panic.
I met their eyes.
And I reached before they could react further.
This was the unsavoury part I disliked the most.
An extension of my ability I used far less frequently.
To touch another one's mind, I had to open up my own and create a connection that went both ways.
I especially needed to touch their thoughts. Their beliefs. Their very sense of self and choice.
And make suggestions.
They were both ensnared in my hold, but Corin came first.
Corin was first.
His mind was exactly as I expected. Sharp, disciplined, and layered with years of training. Including an iron will honed by service to his Supreme Alpha. When my consciousness brushed against his, he fought immediately. His metal defences tried to snap into place and push me out.
It was futile.
