The Hunted
Darius
I didn't hear the doors slam shut. I didn't even hear anything at all but the blood roaring in my ears like a f*****g tidal wave.
Rhea.
The name tasted like iron in my mouth. She was standing there in the center of my study, her chest heaving, her clothes covered in the filth of the servant quarters, but god, she looked more vibrant than anyone I’d seen in a decade.
"Julian," I growled, not taking my eyes off her. "Get out."
"Alpha, she’s…"
"I said get the f**k out!"
Julian sighed and turned to walk out. The door clicked shut, leaving us in a silence so heavy it felt like the walls were closing in. She didn't cower or kneel to beg. She just stood there, her hands balled into fists, looking at me with eyes that held enough cold fury to freeze the sun.
I moved towa
