The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Dawn looked up while holding her phone near her right ear. Her green eyes searched for someone. Who? The dullness that he saw in her eyes that day was replaced and they were as bright as a button. Did she remember him?

Daryn was unable to move. 

You would think that his wolf would be cold towards her or at least apathetic. But no. The moment he saw her, that smell, those eyes and those perfectly kissable lips, he was sure he would lose his years and years of practicing control. He was suddenly more than angry—he was flustered and nervous. 

He had prepared himself all those years not to be affected by the only neotide who had befuddled his mind, had turned his life upside down only in an hour of interaction. Just to wash her off his system, he had practiced yoga, meditation and even gone at lengths to learn Muay-Thai. He had crippled people for their life in his matches against them in those illegal Muay-Thai competitions. He had beaten them to pulp only to pour out his frustration, only to forget her. "A Bitten can't affect me!" he would tell that again and again with every blow on his opponents. "She can't be my—"

During any normal day, even though he looked very composed and reserved, on the inside his world was nothing less than a raging storm in the sea. 

More precisely, his wolf wanted to hold her and rub himself against her in the most tantalizing way. A low growl escaped his throat involuntarily. She had become a full-blown werewolf, only more beautiful, more attractive and sensuous. 

Maya stopped because he halted. He was rooted in his place. She thought that he had growled because of her. She found that sexy and thought that he must have missed her a lot. She went and stood in front of him and bit her lip. Then with sultry eyes, very seductively said, "Daryn, I missed you too baby. Let's just go to your place and I am going to give you full body massage, and a blow job and—"

Repulsed at what she was speaking, he said sharply, "The car is parked in Level 2 at D-12, our usual space." "The driver is there. I— I will join you in a few minutes." 

"Why?" she asked with a small frown that formed on her face. Maya didn't like that at all.

"I am—" he was about to say something when his throat choked. 

Dawn had looked up towards him with those green eyes – eyes that had haunted him from the past five years whenever he closed his. And at that moment of time, the world froze around both of them. Her gaze locked with his. In those few seconds, nothing needed to be said. Evolution, spanning millions of years, took care of what had to be conveyed. 

Standing in front of her was the most beautiful man she had ever met in her life. Everything about the stranger's persona emanated sensuous, carnal, lethal poise and charm. His long hair that reached his neck was as black as ebony. Those close-set black eyes against his sun-tanned skin were staring at her with emotions that equaled hers. 

Both her body and her wolf reacted helplessly to the power exuding from him. Authority was like his second skin. She swallowed her saliva and wetted her lips. She found herself so vulnerable that she took in a deep breath to stop the tingling in her chest and the butterflies that fluttered in her belly. She failed. Her lips parted. 

His Adam's apple moved up and down and his eyes took in every inch she had to offer. His attention went to her mouth and every dirty thought came across his mind. 

His intense stare was like that of a predator that sized its prey before killing it. It heated her blood to the extent that she became ruddy. A fiery, hungry look that spoke of primal lust gripped her to the extent that it hurt her. He was so dark and rugged and dangerous. 

The way he stood with complete stillness, with darkness and shadows enveloping his personality – it scared her. 

His black suit was made from most expensive clothes – she could make that out, seeing her father wearing that stuff always. He looked stunning as if carved out of the blackness, out of demonic darkness. 

She retreated a step.

"Dawn!" Her reverie was broken. Cole called her. He had gone ahead and was out of the Exit while she was still standing there. "Why aren't you coming? Have we left something behind?" 

Dawn looked at him. She shook her head. "No," she said and rushed out. 

His eyes followed her. 

At the same time as soon as Azura heard 'Dawn', he hurried to Exit 3. 

"Dawn!" he hollered. 

She looked in his direction, now totally distracted. She saw him running towards her with excitement, his silky golden hair bouncing up and down with every step. She drew her head back in surprise. She wasn't expecting the Company's boss to pick her up from the airport. In a disbelieving voice she said, "Azura?" She chuckled. "Why have you come to pick us up?" She asked, excited at seeing him. 

He came close to her and wanted to hug her when a loud cough from Cole stopped him. Immediately, he desisted and came to a halt. He stood there panting as though he had run a marathon. But since his emotions were overflowing, he bent forward to peck the dimple on her left cheek. Cole narrowed his eyes. 

"I was round the corner, so I thought of picking you up," Azura lied. He had been waiting for her for an hour. He took her luggage. There was vivacity in his light-blue eyes. "You look beautiful," he blabbered. 

Cole coughed loudly showing displeasure at his behavior. 

Standing only a few meters away, Daryn closed his fists so hard that his knuckles were white. This couldn't be true. At that time he had every intention of killing Azura right at that spot. He wanted to rip apart each and every part of his body and burn it in fire. There was heaviness in his chest that expanded to the core of his stomach. He took a step towards him to kill him, when suddenly Maya's voice came from behind, "Daryn, how long do we wait? I don't want to go without you." Possessively, she had intertwined her arm around his. "I can't wait to have you," she made a biting gesture with a sexy growl.