Alastor Not Smiling Novels & Stories

"The freak who was hunting your scent has completely vanished." Lestat lets out a long, heavy sigh, running his fingers through his dark hair with a look of pure irritation I can't even begin to understand. "Throwing your mouth at a strange Alpha in the middle of the street isn't the smartest survival move," he grunts, placing a heavy palm against my spine as he guides me down the main stone drag of the territory. His walk is completely off... his heavy boots dragging slightly against the dirt, like a warrior fighting off a heavy sleeping hex. Does he have weak knees from our kiss, too? My face burns hotter at the very thought.