Chapter 8: The Hunter and the Hunted
(Aria's POV)
His presence hit me like a physical blow.
The sheer power of his Alpha aura was overwhelming, suffocating even, despite the careful restraint he maintained. My legs felt weak, my breathing uneven, and no matter how much I tried to compose myself, his presence made it impossible.
Dominic Blackthorn stood across the grand hall. His aura was a storm, and everyone else was simply a leaf caught in the winds.
I fought to reconcile the stark contradiction before me. This cold, untouchable figure—this regal, calculating heir to the Alpha King throne—was supposed to be the same wolf I had known so intimately? My Night Dancer?
It couldn’t be.
Night Dancer had been playful, teasing, shameless even in his pursuit of whatever he wanted. I
