The she-wolves' eyes remained downcast, while some looked over at Gideon, afraid to meet their Alpha's stare, their breathing shallow and rapid.
The masked man's gaze seemed to bore into them, his eyes burning with an inner fire. He stopped in front of one of the she-wolves.
She was younger than the others, her appearance less messy, but her rogue smell irked him.
But he needed her.
"Look at me," he ordered and she obeyed.
His gaze seemed to hold hers, his eyes searching for something hidden deep within. And then, without warning, he reached out and grasped her chin, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice.
"You," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "What's your name?"
The she-wolf's eyes flickered up to his, a flash of fear crossing her face before she replied, "A-Astra, Alpha."
His gaze burned with an intensity that made Astra's heart skip a beat. And then, without warning, he groaned, his body shuddering as the wave of heat washed over him once more.
