NATALIA’S POV
I hold tight the edge of my blouse and lowered my head in front of the Alpha, my father. I’m gritting my teeth and from time to time am biting my lower lip and closing my eyes from the heavy atmosphere and the anxiety that is building rapidly inside of me. The room is currently filled with silence from words and the only thing that is making a constant sound are the stroke of the pen on the paper and the rhythmic-like clicking sound of the keyboard of the computer. I tried to lift my head and look at him, where I felt like I’d been standing still for more than an hour now.
“Natalia.” The Alpha suddenly calls my name in an indignant tone.
A bit surprising and somehow out of the blue, but in totality and in the surface is only a superficial thing that he does and always. I
