Chapter 7: Good Girl.

ITHRA I stared daggers at Zadok who went on eating his food like he didn't just insult me.  The nerve of him to think I wouldn't get back at him baffled me.  Thwack! I threw down the plate of food placed in front of me.  “Oops!” I shrugged, and got up. “I believe I'm done here, alpha.”  I made to leave the table but got held back by a tight hold on my wrist.  “Let me go.” I said, accentuating every word. Without letting go of me, Zadok dropped his fork and got up his feet. I could feel his blazing gaze and the anger that sizzled through him.  “Sit.” He ordered,  I didn't care if he was angry, neither did I care if I was taking a gamble with my life by not obeying him. But I remained standing.  “Let me go, Zadok.” I dared to speak, venom laced in my tone.  I feel his hand loose around my wrist and I am shocked that he let me go. He sits down on his chair and just when I was about to leave his presence, his voice stopped me.  “Ithra Couldron. Daughter of the Celts Coven enchantress. Did