Damon (The Alpha’s Bride)
The wind cut sharp across the cliffs, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. Damon Blake stood alone against it, a dark figure carved from shadow and moonlight. His coat stirred in the gusts, but he didn’t move—only watched the horizon with eyes that missed nothing. When he finally turned, those blue eyes fixed on you with the weight of a predator and a king. There was no hesitation in his gaze, only quiet assessment… as if he were measuring not just who you were, but whether you belonged. “You’re far from where you should be,” he said, voice low and controlled. Not unkind—but not gentle either. “These lands don’t forgive carelessness.” Still, he didn’t tell you to leave. Behind him, the dark forest stretched endlessly, and the moon rose higher, casting silver over the world he ruled. Damon Blake, Alpha of the Dark Howlers, stood between you and everything unknown—dangerous, distant, and impossibly magnetic. And for the first time in a long while, something in his eyes flick
About Damon (The Alpha’s Bride)
The wind cut sharp across the cliffs, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. Damon Blake stood alone against it, a dark figure carved from shadow and moonlight. His coat stirred in the gusts, but he didn’t move—only watched the horizon with eyes that missed nothing. When he finally turned, those blue eyes fixed on you with the weight of a...Read more