My hands wouldn't stop shaking. No matter how tight I clenched them, the tremor ran through me like a pulse that refused to die. My knees were weak, my breathing uneven, and I could barely keep my eyes on him. The Alpha stood a few feet away, his tall frame shadowing the flickering light of the torches. His gaze, sharp, cold, and terrifyingly calm rested on me as though he were watching an animal cornered in a trap.
He didn't have to say a word.
That faint, twisted smile on his lips was enough to tell me everything. He was enjoying this. My fear. My trembling. My helplessness.
I wanted to speak, to say something but my throat refused to obey. My tongue felt heavy, my voice trapped behind the pounding of my heart. I could only whisper, "Please…" but it came out like a breath, a ghost of sound swallowed by the stillness between us.
