CHAPTER 12

YARA’S POV

With the guards still leading me, we finally arrived at the dining room and they stopped at the door while I walked inside. Alpha Denver was seated at the end of the table with his dinner before him and I sent him a glare as he looked at me the same way.

I watched as his eyes roamed over me, accessing the pair of sweatpants and oversized t-shirt that I wore and I saw him turn his lips down, clear distaste in his eyes while shaking his head before he began to eat.

At that moment, I knew that I had had it with him. He couldn’t look at me like that. Like I was a lowlife and then make such a face. He had to know that I wasn’t a person that would let anyone look down on me like that and get away with it and he was among them.

So I took long angry strides towards him and I stopped when I got to where he sat. He stopped eating and looked up at me with questioning eyes and a frown on his face. Then he looked around the table before settling his empty eyes back on me and he raised o