"Holy Goddess." Ryn stared at the man in front of her and almost forgot how to breathe. This was him. The one all the stories spoke of. The God of Slaughter. The warrior who had cut down rogue after rogue without hesitation, only to disappear later into isolation after losing his mate and child.
She had expected someone terrifying. Cold. Harsh. Instead, the man standing in the center of the chamber was beautiful. As beautiful as their princes actually. But inexplicably, Ryn felt a certain resemblance in him. He looked... familiar. Had she seen him when she was a child? That could be the only explanation because it was a known fact that the Councilman Aldren had never really come out of the forest for the past many years...
His eyes lifted and landed on her. Ryn froze. Those eyes were definitely terrifying.
"Are you done staring, omega?" His tone held nothing warm. Only disdain. His voice snapped her back to herself so quickly that she physically flinched.
