Nightmare
Soraya's POV
My stomach twisted. Mate? What did that even mean? Why did he sound so certain, as if my life was no longer mine to live?
Before I could argue, the sound of footsteps pulled both our attention. My head snapped toward the door. Irene appeared, carrying a tray of food.
She froze mid-step when her gaze met with Darius, her head quickly bowing low.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, Alpha," she muttered softly.
Darius looked at Irene, then at the food, then turned his glare back to me. My breath caught in my throat, but instead of lashing out again, he turned and walked away.
I exhaled slowly, only realizing then how tense my shoulders had been.
The two maids approached me with the tray. "Here," Chantelle said gently. "Have something to eat."
I nod
