Criseda's POV
I paused what I was doing, turning my back against Soraya, feeling her eyes on me. "Is anything the problem?" I asked, clearly making my discomfort obvious.
"No… no," she replied from behind.
"Then can you please excuse me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Oh," Soraya said, taking a single step back.
I dropped the spoon onto the table and turned to face her with a forced smile stretching across my lips.
"You should excuse me, Soraya," I repeated.
"Oh, yes, Luna, that’s what I did," she insisted.
"No, you’re still here. I need to make breakfast for my alpha and you’re choking me!" I yelled, waving my fingers in her face.
"Do I look like a witch? I can feel your heat all over my body. I am talking about my alpha here. You obviously do not care about him a
