ARIANA VAUGHN
He was fuming. I wasn't a werewolf, but I could tell that much. The sudden intensification of his sour mood increased the discomfort that I had been bearing since he walked into the dining hall. I could sense his hate towards me.
I didn't have the heightened senses of his kind, but I could tell. Now that his Beta was here to break some bad news to him, Alpha Jace's mood had skyrocketed. The servants were already moving away from the table out of fear as they trembled and whimpered like wet cats.
“Am I a joke to everyone now?” Alpha Jace's husky but angry voice boomed through the hall, captivating my mind, soul, heart, and body in fear.
The servant girls whimpered even more loudly when their Alpha roared his fury. I was scared, but my eyes danced around the room, and I re
