Marianna,
I didn't need to raise my voice. Leaning back in the chair, my attention swept across the room. Everyone froze in their positions, unable to move. Their eyes filled with raw terror as I grabbed the dessert in my hand and took a scoopful of it.
"Who made it?" I asked, my voice sharp and low.
Nobody answered. The smug looks they had worn while watching me eat this dessert had now melted into pure dread.
"When I was sixteen—" I rose to my feet, "my father saw me eating ice cream at midnight."
I walked toward the chefs huddled in the corner of the room. The heavy pressure of my Alpha aura pressed down on them like invisible chains, making the air thick and hard to breathe.
"Do you know what he did?"
I grabbed a wine bottle from the cellar and slammed it against the table.
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