My Destined Alpha
He didn't look at me with warmth; his gaze was cold, sharp, and completely unreadable.
"Who are you?" he demanded. His voice was deep, rough from disuse, vibrating with a dominant power that made my wolf bow her head inside me.
"I... I am Natalie," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Natalie Hill."
Richard’s eyes dropped to our joined hands, his gaze narrowing as he noticed the matching smear of blood on our palms, and then shifted to the heavy Blackwood ring glistening on my index finger. A cold, dangerous smirk crossed his lips.
Hot Chapters