My hands wouldn't stop shaking. No matter how tight I tried to hold them together, the tremors wouldn't stop. It felt like every nerve in my body was screaming, my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest. The room was too quiet, too heavy. Even the air felt wrong — stale, thick, full of something invisible that pressed against my lungs every time I tried to breathe.
The Psycho Alpha stood near the doorway, unmoving. He didn't need to say a word. His silence was louder than anything I had ever heard. His gaze stayed fixed on me, calm and sharp, as though he was counting every breath I took, every twitch of my trembling hands.
I was kneeling on the cold marble floor, unable to lift my head. I didn't want to meet his eyes. Not again. Not after what I'd seen in them before that cruel calmness that made my skin crawl. I could feel the weight of his stare against my back like a knife poised to strike.
