Celina's POV
My pulse hammered against my ribs as everything around me seemed to move in slow motion. I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, my mouth going dry as I looked into those piercing silver eyes. His jaw was carved from stone, high cheekbones casting shadows beneath the rough stubble that darkened his face. Dark hair fell in disheveled waves as though his fingers had raked through it moments before. Everything about him radiated raw power and danger.
Intricate tattoos snaked up his muscular arms, vanishing beneath the fabric of his forest green shirt and reappearing at the base of his thick neck. He looked like something from a forbidden dream, a warrior stepped out of ancient legends.
He had to be one of the Alphas searching for their Luna.
