CHAPTER 25: KEEP ME COMPANY
ZARA:
When I heard that voice, every nerve ending in my body went rigid. It was low, dangerous, and carried such an authority that made the very air in the club feel heavy. I turned my head slowly, and there he was. Alpha Darius Stormfang. He was standing just a few feet away, looking like a Greek god carved out of pure, unyielding marble. His suit was sharp, his posture was effortless, and the way he looked at Rider made the younger Alpha look like a trembling schoolboy.
Rider’s grip on my hand loosened instantly. He stumbled back, his face going pale. "Uncle Darius! It’s good to see you, sir."
Darius didn't look impressed. He stared at Rider, his eyes like two chips of glacial ice. "It’s Your Majesty to you, Rider."
“Pardon me, Your Majesty,” Rider said
