Luna's POV
What the hell is he doing here? I am thinking this to myself as I remain paralyzed at this spot with my body tightly connected to the basin, gazing at the Beta, who is now standing by the door of the kitchen with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing me deeply, as if trying to figure out something from me.
His expression, as he continues to look at me, terrifies me deeply to my bones, making me tremble. I feel myself hyperventilating once again as I clench my fists hard against the apron I am wearing.
This is just too much. I don't think I can bear this any much longer, even one bit. It is one of the hardest things I have ever imagined I was ever going to face in my life. Once again, I wish that the attack on the slave camp had never happened. My life was better there. I p
