Cara’s POV
"Who dares raise their hand against me?" I thought, my anger rising. The sting of the slap burned my cheek, but what burned more was the humiliation. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, the shock in the room palpable. Who dared to hit me? Who had the audacity?
I whipped my head around, anger filling me, ready to devour whoever had dared to challenge me. My anger faltered for just a moment when I saw her... Sibel... standing there with a cold, detached expression. It was her...
Of course, it had to be Sibel. This witch always wanted to get under my skin. There is something about her I don't understand... She is fearless and has the audacity to challenge her superior.
That omega, pretending to be something she wasn’t, thinking she could pose as the Alpha Princess. My blood boiled at the sight of her standing tall as if she had any right to hit me. Me, Cara.