The Father's Captive, The Sons' Obsession
A suffocating, terrifying aura crashed down on my shoulders, so heavy it physically forced my head to bow.
Alpha King Dragon Blackblood stepped into the light.
He was a nightmare carved out of muscle and bespoke Italian tailoring. Standing well over six-and-a-half feet tall, he moved with the lethal, unhurried grace of an apex predator.
His face was ruggedly handsome, marked by a harsh jawline and dark, slightly greying hair, but it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins.
They were a violent, swirling amber, practically glowing with an unstable, feral madness.