Aria fidgeted, she shifted her weight from one foot to another, her head was down as she held her breath and tried to make herself as silent as she could possibly be.
The silence stretched across the room. Alpha Alder lounged on his bone throne, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the enigma in front of him.
Aria wasn’t an ugly werewolf, she was beautiful, exactly his type. He even thought about taking her in as one of his women but shook his head, her curse would never make that possible.
He allowed the silence to fester and to grow, sneering as he watched Aria squirm under the pressure.
Aria could feel his eyes on her. They weighed down on her like a pair of heavy metal shackles,
Alpha Alder judged her and found her lacking.
She kept her eyes lowered, held her breath
