The ground trembled before she even saw him.
Laura felt it first—a slow, rolling vibration through the stone floor, like something massive was approaching. The air grew thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. Her heart raced, skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with cold.
Then he stepped in. She knew him instantly despite never meeting him before.
Dante Stormborn.
Everyone knew that name. The Alpha whispered about in hushed tones, a legend built on war and bloodshed. They said he was more beast than man. That he’d never lost a fight. That mercy wasn’t a word in his vocabulary.
And now, he stood before her.
Laura swallowed hard, forcing herself to stand tall as he entered the arena.
He was huge—taller than she’d imagined, his body a mountain of muscle covered in
