Clara’s POV
Fear surged through me as his fingers tightened on my jaw. I had heard stories about Alpha Darius of the Shadowfang Pack. The ruthless warlord. The strategic killer. The Alpha who built his pack at a young age after his parent’s demise through bloodshed and conquest.
And now he was inches from my face, his naked body radiating heat against my cold, blood-soaked skin. His amber eyes burned into mine, promising pain if I continued to lie.
"I was running from hunters," I mumbled, trying to give a partial truth. The shame of my rejection was too raw, too new. I couldn't bear to speak it aloud to this powerful stranger.
His nostrils flared as he scented the air around me. "Still lying," he growled. "You test my patience, girl."
He moved even closer, his body almost covering min
