Book 9: You're Not Taking My Baby

Sarah

I’m hallucinating. 

I have to be because Alpha Sydney of the Shadowcrest pack is standing in my doorway looking like he’s ready to rip someone in half. 

He’s handsome. Too beautiful to be real. His face has been carved from the purest marble by craftsmen who spent their entire lives dedicated to their art. Soft, slightly curly dark brown hair glints with copper as he takes a single step into my apartment. 

A jawline that could cut glass. A strong, stately nose. High cheekbones. 

But the one thing about him that haunts my dreams are those dark blue eyes that feel like I’m looking into a pool full of pure magic when I meet his gaze. Such a dark shade of navy that they edge on a stormy, blue-gray. 

And right now, those eyes are scanning my face with such fervor I feel my cheeks going crimson. 

My lips part to ask him why he’s here, but his eyes lift to scan the room beyond where I stand froze