KAIDAIRA’S POV
I stood frozen, my mind racing with fear, anticipation, and curiosity. Alpha Thane's command to dance hung over me like a sword, its weight pressing upon my shoulders. The grand hall's opulent chandeliers cast flickering shadows on the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.
As I gazed out at the sea of faces, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The crowd's expectant silence was a palpable thing, a living entity that wrapped itself around my throat. I could feel their eyes upon me, some filled with curiosity, others with lust.
"You're nothing but a tool, Kaidaira," Zerek's venomous words echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of my past. His scornful gaze, his biting tone, still lingered within me, a festering wound. "You'll never be worthy of love." I pushed the memory away,
