I stood in the middle of the cabin trying to control my breathing, and even though the room was quiet and the morning sunlight was pouring through the windows, my chest felt tight like the walls were slowly closing in around me. My hands were trembling slightly and I hated that he could see it, but there was nothing I could do about the way my body reacted to him because years of fear and humiliation had carved those instincts into my bones.
Alpha John did not say anything at first, and that silence was almost worse than the yelling because it meant he was taking his time.
He slowly began walking around the cabin like he was inspecting it, his heavy boots making slow deliberate sounds against the wooden floor while his eyes moved over every piece of furniture and every detail of the room
