ARYA
Alpha Daxton slowly pulled away from me, his gaze lingering on my face. I looked away from him. My heart pounded so hard, I was certain that anyone could hear it even from a mile away.
"You remind me of someone," he suddenly commented, but I refused to look him in the eye, knowing that he was probably speaking about my mother. The poor woman whom he'd killed.
"Look at me," his voice was soft, but I knew that his statement was an order. Fighting back would do me no good at this point, not while I was clueless about how to bring him down. So I quietly obeyed him.
When our gazes met, my stomach churned with unease. He had the kind of eyes that were unforgettable. Hunter eyes. Framed by long eyelashes and filled with a daring intensity, they had the ability to bring anyone to their k
