Sonya
Sitting across from Alpha Erick was like balancing on the edge of a blade.
Every movement, every breath, every twitch of muscle beneath my skin had to be measured and deliberate.
His gaze burned with a searing fury that seemed to strip me bare, as though he could see through the layers of calm I’d so expertly crafted.
I had known that Erick, Alpha King of Blackthorn, was a powerful man: I had learned the hard way yet nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of sitting under the direct weight of his presence.
I wanted to admire him.
Gods, how I wanted to admire him.
His beauty was a weapon in itself.. His sharp cheekbones, midnight eyes, and that quiet strength that clung to every movement like an invisible cloak of authority.
But the man’s rage was too potent, too
