Lily was shaking. She couldn’t even meet Zayn’s eyes. She stood rooted to the ground, unable to move even an inch.
Zayn clenched his jaw, annoyed by her clear defiance. He grabbed her roughly, squeezing tightly around her wrist. The pressure sent pain up her arm. She bit her lip to keep her tears from rolling down her cheek.
“This isn’t a request,” Zayn growled, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot against her skin, making her tremble even more. “It’s an order, understood?”
Lily nodded shakily, not daring to resist. She could feel all eyes were on them. All pack members looked and gossiped about their Alpha and Luna’s interaction.
From the corner of her eye, Lily spotted Martha. Her maid was ready to intervene. To protect her. Panic flashed across Lily’s face. Not wanting to incur Zayn’s wrath any further, she quickly shook her head, silently begging Martha to stay quiet.
The last thing she needed was Martha getting herself in trouble for defending her.
