Ruthless Alpha, and his Curvy Saint Chapter 127

The growl was coming closer.

Behind was nothing but fog and a deadly cliff that had already tried to kill once and was prepared to try again. In front of was the shape that was moving through that darkness toward the light.

The wolf erged slowly - not with the explosive energy of sothing attacking, but with the calm pace of sothing that owned the space it was moving through and knew it. It was large. Grey, the deep grey of old stone, with a thickness through the chest and shoulders. It stopped at the cave entrance and looked at with the amber eyes.

I put my hands up instantly.

My voice ca out smaller than I intended.

The tears were coming now, hard and fast and I couldn’t control them. I looked at the wolf through the blur of my tears and kept talking because talking was the only thing available to and silence felt like surrender.

The growl stopped.

Then the shift began.

The man who stood before was...

He was tall. Built with the broad features of soone who had been doing sothing physically demanding for a very long ti and whose body had ford muscles due to it. Dark hair, sharp features, fine bone structure. And a face that carried a cold brooding expression.

He looked... a bit like Terrell. Had this cold deanor that could smother a person with just one look.

I looked at him.

"Angel," I said. My hands were still up. I lowered them slowly. "My na is Angel."

"I fell." I kept my voice even. "Off the cliff. My horse... lost direction, I couldn’t control it, and I went over. I landed on the ledge." I gestured at the narrow strip of rock behind . "I found the cave and I was trying to find sowhere to..."

"A human," he said. The word carried the quality of soone identifying an unusual specin. "Near this cliff."

He looked at for another mont.

"You sll," he said.

"Different," he said. "From any human I’ve encountered." Sothing moved through his expression - not warmth, but a version of interest that was distinct from the assessing quality of a mont ago. "It’s pleasant."

"Do you have a mate?" he said. "A human husband?"

I shook my head.

Sothing settled in his expression.

I did not like the quality of that word.

My stomach dropped.

The fog moved around us.

"Do you have a problem with this?"

I shook my head.

"You’ll co with ," he said. "You’ll do your duties. In exchange, you will live. A long life if you last long." He turned toward the cave’s interior - the dark, the depth of it. "Follow."

I stood at the cave entrance.

He was not wrong about the alternative.