Clara’s POV
I should’ve slapped him. Should’ve slammed him back into his oversized desk and reminded him exactly who the hell I was. I wasn’t some trembling omega aching for praise. I wasn’t here to blush and stammer. I was here to tear him apart for what he did.
But the moment his breath hit my skin, something in me lit up.
The air between us felt electric, tense and thick like it might crack open at any second. He didn’t touch me. Not yet. Just leaned in, close enough that I could feel his heat pressing against mine, arms planted on either side of me like a cage.
Although my breath hitched and I felt my pulse pounding in my throat, I didn’t falter.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I shot back, forcing the words out, laced with venom, but it was the kind of venom that tasted sweet, almos
