Ruthless Alpha, and his Curvy Saint

Chapter 127: Chapter 127

The growl was coming closer.

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

The wolf emerged slowly - not with the explosive energy of something attacking, but with the calm pace of something 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 me with the amber eyes.

I put my hands up instantly.

My voice came 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 me and silence felt like surrender.

The growl stopped.

Then the shift began.

The man who stood before me was...

He was tall. Built with the broad features of someone who had been doing something physically demanding for a very long time and whose body had formed 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 demeanor 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 name 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 me. "I found the cave and I was trying to find somewhere to..."

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

He looked at me for another moment.

"You smell," he said.

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

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

I shook my head.

Something 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 come with me," 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.