Alpha King Damon
Maia wilts like flower petals under my touch, when I put my hand on her face, but stiffens when I mention the word mate.
‘My kingdom has been waiting a very long time for their Luna and their Queen,’ I say. Her breathing is heavy, and she is starting to panic.
She is my mate. She should be just as excited as I am. I’m struggling to restrain my wolf, and here she is reacting unexpectedly to our connection.
With my hand under her chin, I tilt her head up, forcing her to look at me; her mesmerising violet eyes stare into my wolf eyes, and I register her fear. She screams then she runs, and forest detritus, dirt, leaves and twigs swirl around her as she goes, and I’m knocked backward by a strong gust of wind.
I am in disbelief and in awe wondering how the she
