240. Claudia
I stared at the man looming on the doorway and I felt my body drain of all blood and for the first time in my life, I forgot how to breathe.
My chest felt tight, my lungs burning as if the very air had betrayed me. Had he heard us? Was it possible he had been standing there, listening like he had before? Was that the reason why he looked like he was breathing fire?
I wasn’t sure—but the fear in my veins was real. I feared what he might do.
"You guys seem to be having a serious conversation," my father, Alpha Lorenzo, said as he stepped closer, closing the space between us.
His deep voice carried that usual authority, but I was too distracted by the thunderous beating of my heart to think straight. It pounded so hard, I swore it had dropped to my stomach, ready to burst
