Yet when he raises his knives to thrust deep into my neck and end me in one fierce strike my male's scent wafts forward in full force to comfort me.
"I hoped you would change your mind, Castor." Phobos's calm voice has the both of us freeze and turn towards the beast regarding us with striking golden orbs. He has his muscular arms folded across his chest as he nonchalantly leans against a tree lurking in the umbrae out of sight and what I can see clearly are his penetrating lustrous eyes.
"Alpha." Castor beholds my male with terrified eyes and for the first time since we met today, I witness the first crack on his hard exterior.
