Chapter 8 His Gaze
The seat beside me deepened. I could perceive his rich, masculine smell. It made me feel more nervous. I did not know how he was going to treat me. Will he treat me badly? My throat throbbed.
A man with golden blonde hair sat in the driver’s seat. He turned around, facing me. "Hi," his cheerful voice made me raise my head towards him.
Immediately, my eyes locked with his. He flashed me a smile. "I’m Alaric Chainwalker, welcome to the Bloodshade pack."
I froze as I stared into his warm green eyes. This was the first person who had shown me warmth, with no evil intentions since I transmigrated to this world. Unlike the person who was sitting beside me, who was nothing but an ice wall.
"Thank you," I muttered in return. The words had barely left my lips before I felt Damon’s aura press down again, suffocating, as if punishing me for daring to speak to another man in his presence.
It was as if we were suddenly transported to the North Pole. The air suddenly turned chillingly cold, the oppressive aura made me whimper, all the hairs on my body standing on their ends.
"For f**k’s sake, Damon!" Alaric yelled, groaning as he held his head.
My lungs felt like they were being squeezed, making it difficult for me to breathe.
"Damon!" Alaric yelled again, sounding more like a plea.
Then the aura began to recede, making the air breathable again.
Cold sweat trickled down my face. I didn’t know what had just happened, but I knew that it was Damon’s handiwork.