Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Tria [ 3 ]

author's note: there is and will be no set cast for this book as you are free to imagine whoever you want! for writing purposes, the characters will be described according to how I see them, but who you picture is completely up to you. happy reading!

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A blink. That was all the time it seemingly took to travel all the way to the Underworld. Granted majority of the journey was spent sleeping just to avoid conversation, but the efficiency of his travel method meant that I had absolutely no time to process what was happening. I was still in shock and knew that it didn't really sink in that I was no longer at home.

The snow that covered the ground was thick and piled high. I'd never seen anything like it. It rarely snowed in London, and if it did, it could never compare to what was in front of me.

Werewolves were warmer-blooded creatures and so we didn't feel the cold like an average human would, but a chill spiralled down my spine. It may have been because of the weather or the fact that I was more or less at the gates of my own hell, and there was no going back.

I stared up at his house that seemed more like a palace than just a measly house and that was when it dawned on me. It was his kingdom—the Underworld was his kingdom. My eyes, of their own accord, drifted in his direction and there he was, standing tall and firm, looking every bit of the King people described him as.

It was all so foreign to me that I truly felt like I was kidnapped—thrust into a world that I wasn't quite ready for. I didn't think I'd ever been ready for anything like this.

"Are you cold?" he asked, lightly placing his hand on my back and stepping forward to embrace me from behind.

My back was firmly against his chest, and his warmth practically flowed into me, heating up every inch of my skin as his arms crossed around my midriff. My body betrayed me once more when I leaned my head back against his chest, almost reaching up to touch him with my own hands. I tore myself from his arms and nearly slipped before I regained my balance and lifted a pointed finger shakily in his face.

"Keep your bloody hands to yourself, Alpha." I imagined that my eyes blazed with the anger that I felt, and took another step back to gather my bearings. I could barely think when he touched me and letting my guard down around a monster was dangerous—deadly even.

He didn't seem fazed and stared at me with an intense gaze. "My name is Tristan, αγάπη μου. Let me hear you say it."

The word could barely make it passed my lips. It laid heavy on my tongue, and I knew that I didn't want to say his name. It would make everything personal, and I wanted to distance myself from him as much as possible. I turned back around, trudging through the snow to the entrance. He was light on his feet and followed close behind without a sound.