Day quickly came by, and I found myself sitting by the window, looking like a tattered version of myself. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, haunted by the dream that had left me feeling uneasy and on edge. The old woman's voice still echoed in my mind, her words haunting me. "Don't go anywhere, Haven. Stay with me." Now, I had to drag myself to work, feeling like I was running on empty. I lazily walked into the bathroom and bathed as fast as I could, my body aching all over. I was weak in the knees, and all my bones hurt. I freshened up and came out of my room, hoping to find some solace in a cup of coffee or a quiet moment to myself. But, as I entered the living room, I was surprised to see the Alpha sitting on the sofa. He looked like a model, with his legs crossed and his arms draped over the headrest. His piercing eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I greeted him, trying to sound cheerful despite my exhaustion. "Good morning, Alpha." I walked into the kitchen to prepare something for him, thinking that maybe a cup of coffee or some breakfast would help alleviate the tension between us. But, before I could even start, his resounding voice reached my ears. "Don't bother making something for me." I turned to look at him, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw a deadly look in his eyes. His gaze seemed to freeze me in place, and I felt a surge of fear run through my veins. What did he mean by that? Was he angry with me? And what was with the deadly look in his eyes? I felt like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing what to expect from him. I tried to speak, to ask him what was wrong, but my voice caught in my throat. I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak, as the Alpha's piercing eyes seemed to bore into my very soul. The look in his eyes only lasted for a minute, but it was long enough to leave me feeling shaken and uneasy. His gaze seemed to pierce right through me, and I could sense a deep intensity behind his eyes. But then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the look was gone. His expression softened, and he regarded me with a calm, almost gentle gaze. I wanted to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within me, to tell myself that I had just imagined the whole thing. But I knew that I hadn't. Something was terribly wrong somewhere, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I felt a sense of trepidation as I stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. The Alpha's sudden change in demeanor had left me feeling off balance, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking on thin ice. I tried to speak, to ask him what was wrong, but my voice caught in my throat. I was afraid of what he might say, afraid of what I might learn. So I just stood there, silently, waiting for him to make the next move. The silence between us was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unseen tensions. I could feel the weight of the Alpha's gaze upon me, could sense the power and authority that lay behind his eyes. And I knew that I was at his mercy, completely and utterly at his mercy.