~AMARIS
The sharp, heavy thud of his leather boots against the polished travertine tiles sounded like the steady, methodical ticking of a countdown clock to my execution. With every predatory step Alpha Varg took around that massive Carrara marble slab, the space in the dining room shrunk until the light from the tall glass arches seemed to completely die out.
I couldn't draw in a single breath of air.
The pleasant warmth of the morning disappeared entirely, replaced by a dense, suffocating heat that tightened my lungs, the sheer velocity of his dominant alpha presence locking me down in my chair like an anchor. My fingers dug so deeply into the edge of the table that my nails cracked against the stone, my internal wolf whimpering in pure, submissive terror as his monstrous shadow final
