Chapter FIFTEEN

Hardin’S POV “… we’ll talk later” I announce and her and Alpha Damien exchange confused glances. She turns to look at me and when our eyes meet I hold her gaze and look at wickedly, when she gets uncomfortable, she breaks the eye contact. “Excuse me Alpha?” She asks. “I believe you heard me clearly, now just serve me and be on your way, I’ll summon you when I need you” I order and she nervously picks up the knife from the tray with her left hand and the orange in the right. She’s left-handed. That’s interesting, Wilma used to be left-handed too. There’s fear and nervousness written all over her body and I love it. I love that fact that my presence makes her feel nervous and afraid, that’s the feeling I want her to get every time she sees me so that she will be reminded of the fact that I don’t have a mate and a Luna right now because she exists. As she tries to cut the orange, I don’t know what happens to her but she the knife suddenly drops down and she tries to relax her left arm. Sh