Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Whoa!

I didn’t see such a warm welcome coming, hitting me out of nowhere. That proximity riveted me to the spot like a scared kitten. An over six feet tall mountain of muscles looming over me shut down my brain. Everything else skipped from my mind.

I stared at him in a catatonic stupor, feeling trapped between his iron arms. I waited for his response after this unforeseen scrutiny.

King Demrid firmly grabbed my shoulders, squeezing me as if I was a lemon. His low, throaty growls leapt my heart to my throat as Bella spoke in frustration.

“He is wearing a strong cologne to conceal his natural...