Darius.
For a moment, it felt as though my world had come to a stuttering end and suddenly, I could no longer tell the difference between what was real and what was not.
My hands clutched desperately at the hem of my shirt, and for the first time in bloody ages, I felt my body shake. Not with anything else but fear.
Intense fear of the unknown.
Fear of the man standing right in front of me.
And more fear because I genuinely do not know if he is Uncle Ragnar, my adoptive father or Uncle Theon… Well, whoever Uncle Theon was to me.
My heart skipped a beat when he approached me slowly with the pace of a man who had nothing to fear or lose, and trust me, men like that were the only ones capable of getting under my skin— just as this one has.
"You are Alpha Darius, aren't you?" He drawled in a rich deep baritone that shook me all the way to the depths of my soul.
