Gaia frowned deeply as Alpha Kaynda’s sharp emetad eyes bore into her, cutting through any facade she tried to maintain.
Kaynda’s smirk widened, a cruel edge to it, as she raised her perfectly arched brow. She gestured for everyone else to leave, leaving only Gaia and herself in the grand yet suffocatingly tense room. The atmosphere thickened with the scent of dominance and fear.
The moment the last person left, Kaynda leaned back against the ornate chair, crossing her legs casually. “So,” she began, her voice smooth and lethal, “you’ve always wanted my Marcus to be yours, haven’t you?”
Gaia froze as if she’d been slapped. Her throat went dry, and her knees weakened. “I—what?” she stammered, attempting to feign ignorance.
Kaynda let out a low, humorless laugh. “Don’t even try to deny
