Hermosa pov

The long conversations between the Alpha King and me were enjoyable. His cold eyes hid a warmth he was trying hard to keep secret. His muscles were just as I remembered—strong and toned—and his jawline was sharp. Nothing about him was simple. I knew that being here was dangerous.

His energy was dark and calm, which I expected from an Alpha. But something about him stayed with me, and it made me feel uneasy.

He calmly asked if I wanted to go on a trip with him. He ...