Feral Hearts Book 1: Awakening the Feral
"You're either brave," Aaron said quietly, his accent thickening just enough when he was irritated, "or you have no sense of self-preservation."
I didn't look away.
His dark eyes burned - calculating, controlled, dangerous. The kind of Alpha who didn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed. The kind who was born into power and sharpened by it.
"Maybe I just don't scare easily," I said smugly.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. Slow. Controlled.
He stepped into my space, close enough that the air shifted, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him and smell the faint scent of coffee on his breath.
"You should," he murmured, eyes focused on my lips.
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