Darius Strigan. Noble Alpha. His toned frame illuminated by the torches behind him.
His blue eyes locked onto Chrystal’s – furious, possessive, and dangerous. She barely had time to react before warriors stepped out from the trees beside them, one by one, surrounding them.
They had all hidden their presence. All been waiting for their prey to come to them.
Darius was speaking, his voice filled with a rage Chrystal had never heard from him, her betrothed and childhood friend, in her entire life – not directed at her. At others, to be sure, but never at her, his Luna-to-be.
“What’s the meaning of this, my Luna?” he droned menacingly. “Holding hands with a rogue? How can my Luna soil her hands so?” he continued incredulously, playing to the crowd, his gaze on hers as she stared wide-eye
