-THEIA-
His cedar wood and leather scent reached me before his hands could. I propelled myself forward, a surge of adrenaline overtaking me, as I desperately grasped for the bedroom door, abandoning the duffle bag entirely.
"You can’t escape from me, Theia," he said, and something stirred inside me. The hairs on my neck stood on end.
I spun around to confront the alpha, catching sight of him standing at the foot of my bed. He towered over me, nearly a foot taller. Clad in jeans and a simple white shirt that strained against his broad shoulders, he was an imposing figure. A Greek god carved in stone. His hands were casually resting at his sides as if he was relaxed. But looking closely, you could see he was about to pounce.
The man who almost died in an accident yesterday was a distant
