SIX : ALPHA DOMINIC DARK!

My body froze in place and the phone fell from my hand as I stared at the pair of flashing red eyes. The lights flicked on, revealing a man standing right in front of me in a corridor with wooden paneling on the walls. 

Light from the small crystal chandelier cast a warm glow on the tall intimidating dark figure standing tall with a pair of sinful obsidian eyes piercing into me. 

 A shock weaved down my body as the cold fabric of his gloves brushed against my tender skin. His dark gaze held me in place as if hypnotizing me and perfectly matched his raven black hair slicked back. His angular cheekbones trailed down to a concrete jaw that twitched and I realized I was staring.

 

But I saw red eyes in the dark. Was it an illusion? Why did it seem so familiar?

 

“Running from someone, kitten?” His deep, enticing muscular voice caused a delicious tingle down my spine.

 

But ‘kitten’? He was still holding my shoulders and I wiggled away, escaping from his hold. I gazed up and found his beautiful eyes staring at me with fondness.

 

“Em…I was looking for the hall.” I lied, my voice a little squeaky under his brooding presence. 

 

“I see. Then you must have walked the wrong way. You shouldn’t roam around these halls alone, kitten. You never know who has eyes for you.” The corners of his lips tugged in a wicked smile and I couldn’t help but swallow in fear. There was something about this man that charged the air like electricity and it was hard to breathe without being conscious of it.

 

Before I could think, my lips parted and I retorted, “Can you not call me that name?”

 

He arched one eyebrow at me questioningly, the mischievous glint in his eyes not leaving, “And what is that?”

 

I frowned. Was he pretending to not know what I was talking about? No random person would call a girl ‘Kitten’. Yet I found it strange to not feel offended by his way of addressing me. It rather sounded tempting on his lips. 

 

I dragged in a deep breath to calm my nerves, “Please don’t address me by ‘kitten’. I am not an animal but a lady.” 

 

I wish I could beat myself up with staff because I sounded like an idiot. In my defense, it was hard to think straight when he was this…hot. 

 

He chuckled, his laughter vibrating through my skin and I made the mistake of staring back at him. I might not have much experience regarding a man’s appearance, but I could tell his looks were what one called ‘illegal’. He was too handsome to be true and seen in a dead town like ours. 

 

 

“That you are, a full-grown beautiful lady.” His eyes swept down my frame and for a moment I felt my heart jump into my throat. I didn’t know what should be more concerning. Was it how he checked me out or was it how the first thought that crossed my mind was did he like what he saw?

 

He stepped closer into my personal space, the scent of his rich cologne occupying my nostrils and I dived into it. What perfume did he use? 

 

“Allow me to show you the way, full-grown lady.” He said in a low, husky voice and my legs asked for extra support.

 

I frowned, “Don’t call me that either please.” 

 

He gave me a charming smile, one that could easily wet a woman's undergarment, and asked, “Then what should I be calling you?”

 

“Avery,” Why was I giving information to a man I just met? What if he was a kidnapper?

 

“Avery.” The hair on my neck stood in attention at the way my name rolled out of his lips. It was so sexy for a name that was not sexy at all. I bet he could spell ‘Pikachu’ and it’ll sound like he was flirting. “Shall we?” he asked,

 

I nodded my head and he walked ahead of me. As we walked past the darkness of the corridor, I kept fighting a battle with my mind about how he was safe and how he wasn’t.

 

I agree he was intimidating in every way possible but from the branded clothes he wore, it didn’t seem like he would kidnap me for ransom.

 

But what if he was a human trafficker?

 

My eyes fell on his back profile as we walked and I increased my speed to match his strides. As if noticing me trying, he slowed down and we were walking side-by-side. From the corner of my eyes, I took in his side profile.

 

Due to his completely three-piece black suit, his frame appeared camouflaged in the darkness. If not for his sharp face, he would have qualified for a perfect Mr. Invisible avenger. There was a latent, leonine power he possessed and carried authority when he walked. His broad shoulders swayed in motion and I could see some of those delicious ripped muscles lining under his blazer as the light from the hall fell on him.

 

He must work out a lot.

 

“I had never seen you around. Are you new here?” I asked out of the blue to break the intense silence hovering over us. Wilfair was a small town with a countable number of people and so everyone knew everyone. Literally.

 

His mouth twitched, “No worries, kitten. You’ll see a good amount of me in the coming days, I promise you that.” He said.

 

Again kitten?

 

I opened my mouth to protest when I heard the indistinct chatter of the people and music flow out of the massive oak wood double doors left wide open. Two men were wearing a similar uniform and bowed. I didn’t make much out of it since it appeared this was a custom of the party.

 

Golden light flooded my eyesight and I squinted to adjust my vision. When my eyes fluttered open, I heard utter silence befall among the people who were staring at me and the person behind me with a myriad of emotions playing in their pale faces. I turned to the man and realized I forgot to ask his name while he knew mine.

 

“Where are my manners? Sorry, what was your name again?” I asked, but the answer did not come from him but from across the hall.

 

“Alpha Dominic Dark.” Called one of the men whom I presume to be the warriors of the Blood Moon Pack and walked towards him with a look of respect. My eyes widened and my blood ran cold.

 

I just told the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the world to not call me kitten?!

 

I was royally fucked up now.

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