Chapter 1- The predators Miracle
The air in the alleyway tasted like rusted iron and impending rain.
Run.
The command bounced frantically against the walls of my skull, but my knees were turning to ash. Behind me, the steady, rhythmic click-clack of leather boots on wet pavement grew louder. Closer. A suffocating shadow stretched under the flickering amber streetlamp, cutting off my air.
I didn't know his name. I only knew the cold glare of the silver blade gripped tightly in his fist.
My heel caught on a jagged piece of asphalt. I stumbled, my palms scraping raw against the brick wall as I turned, cornered, my back pinned against the dead end. The hunter stepped into the light, a twisted smirk cutting across his face. The knife raised. Time slowed. I closed my eyes, a silent, pathetic prayer dying on my lips as I waited for the bite of cold steel.
The strike never came.
Instead, a sudden, violent roar shattered the quiet night.
A heavy, towering force collided with my attacker. It was a blur of lethal motion—dark silk, flashing eyes, and the sickening, bone-crushing sound of a fist meeting flesh. KIAN.
He moved like a god of wrath, his knuckles splitting open as he slammed the man into the brick wall. The attacker shrieked, dropping the blade, his body crumpling before he scrambled frantically into the darkness, fleeing for his life.
It was over in seconds. A miracle.
But the terrifying warrior vanished the moment the alley went quiet. Kian turned to me, his chest heaving, his face pale with a panic that mirrored my own. He dropped heavily to his knees in the wet gravel, his expensive coat discarding into the mud as he reached for me.
"Sweetheart," he choked out, his voice cracking violently.
His hands—the same hands that had just delivered lethal, brutal blows—trembled as they framed my face. His thumbs gently wiped the frozen tears from my cheeks, his touch so fragile, so reverent, it made my heart ache. He pulled off his blazer, wrapping the heavy, warm fabric securely around my shivering shoulders.
"I've got you. I'm here," he whispered frantically, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He held me so tight I could feel the erratic, terrified hammering of his heart against my ribs. "I'm so sorry... I should have been faster. I'm never letting you walk alone again. You're coming home with me. You're safe now."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, weeping into his shoulder, completely giving away my survival to him. He was my savior. My guardian angel.
In the deep curve of his neck, I couldn’t see his face. I couldn't see how the frantic panic instantly drained from his dark eyes, leaving them dead, cold, and utterly calculated.
And as he held my shaking body in the dark, a slow, satisfied smile touched his lips.
He hadn't just saved my life. He had finally won the right to lock me away!
