I hadn't even caught my breath when the shadows parted just enough to reveal a looming figure standing between me and the man pinned against the wall.
Rion.
The sight of him stole the air from my lungs.
"Forcing a lady," Rion said in the most dangerous tone I've heard from him, "is not a practice I approve of."
The man froze, his struggling halting as terror bled into his eyes.
Gone was the arrogance he had shown me minutes ago. His face had blanched, his lips quivered.
He knew exactly who was standing in front of him. Recognition dawned like a noose tightening. The Alpha of Undercity. His Alpha.
Rion smirked faintly, tilting his head as if studying a particularly amusing insect.
Shadows coiled lazily around his boots, alive and waiting.
"And especially not a lady who is living under my roof," he added.
