Aria's POV
I noticed it the moment I walked in—the pause in his pen. His hand just froze. Barely a second.
"Aria."
He knew. Before he even looked up.
Then he lifted his gaze. Those wolf eyes locked onto mine.
Cold. Sharp. Like I was prey already marked for death.
Run.
The word shot through my head before I could stop it. Every instinct screamed at me to turn, to flee, to get out while I still could. But my legs wouldn't move. My lungs wouldn't draw air.
"K—"
His Alpha presence slammed into me, pinning me where I stood. I opened my mouth, tried to form words, but nothing came out.
It hurt. Like being trapped in fire, burning alive—then dropped into ice, freezing from the inside out.
"This is what you get for walking in uninvited. Now get out." He looked away, went back to flippin
