Captured (2)

~ Rhys ~

Evander approached him and crouched down. The Alpha peered at him intently, those shimmering eyes almost hypnotic, which made Rhys frown and look away. Evander reached out and grabbed him by the chin and turned his face to meet his eyes.

Evander’s gaze was not lustful but more intrigued as he continued to stare at Amira’s features. “So, you’re the Alpha King’s mate.” Rhys stilled at the Alpha’s words, meeting his silver gaze.

One side of Evander’s lips slanted up, amusement filling his eyes.

Instead of falling for his bait, Rhys asked him something that had been playing on his mind. “What are you?”

“Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself, rogue,” Evander sneered, releasing his face.

Rhys rested his head back, fully aware of the pierced holes in his neck; they almost tingled the closer Evander had been to his face. “Well, it’s apparent what will happen to me from here. Certain death, torture, imprisonment… I’m more curious about what you are.” He really was. Whatever happene