CHAPTER 15: MAKING DEMANDS

Alpha Queen Octavia's POV

"I cannot possibly fathom why you felt you could come in here and make fucking demands after everything you've done!" I snarled at Beatrice. "Lincoln! Your brother, Edmond’s corpse isn't even cold and you're allowing your bastard to rule in his place!" Beatrice said earning a harsh growl and my fingers wrapped around her throat. "YIELD!" I commanded making her wolf whimper into submission.

I hated making wolves yield to my will. It was always best to have loyal followers because they WANT to follow me.

“Let her? She earned this right!” my father snapped.

She looked up at him horrified. How could she possibly believe she still held any leverage in this kingdom?

"I-I..." she tried croaking out before I dropped her to her knees where she didn't dare meet my eye. "Beatrice, if I were you, I would tread lightly," I heard my father say over my shoulder just as Essex walked in. "She is my daughter!" Beatrice cried. "She is the bitch who ruined lives!" I growled.