Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Alpha King’s Desire

Beatrice swore she was going to kill this man one day. And perhaps, just maybe, Elijah knew that which was why he kept tempting her to try.

The silence in the meeting room had stretched so thin it snapped at the edges like a wire ready to whip. No one moved, nor dared to speak. The king’s public humiliation of his own Luna was so blatant and intentional, yet everyone in the room pretended to be caught in polite, deafening ignorance.

Beatrice slowly peeled her fingers from their death grip on the table and turned to face her husband. Her smile was icy, and her voice sugarcoated with steel when she said, "I see. The great Alpha King can’t bear to let his beloved wife finish her sentence without marking his territory. How very... savage of you."

She chuckled callously like someone used to the antics of her husband and turned to her audience, announcing, "But don’t worry, he doesn’t last— as you can see— so we can move on."

Damn! Irene nearly cursed out. Not to mention, she might have peed a little in her panties trying to hold back her laughter.

Where in the world had Beatrice been hiding her claws all this while? It definitely looked banging on her!

Elijah laughed loudly, as if to hide away the embarrassment. Then he brushed his lips against her ear. "You started a war, wife. Don’t pout when the blood spills on your dress."

"Then pray I don’t wear red next time," she murmured back, eyes still on the rest of the table. "That way, no one will notice how much of your blood I spill."

Even with those whispers, they were werewolves with sharp hearing and caught every one of their exchanges. A few gasps rippled quietly among the parents.

Henry coughed. Caspian suddenly found the inside of his palm fascinating. Leon Draven muttered a quick prayer to whichever deity gave him the sense not to marry a firebrand like Beatrice. As for Irene, she looked proud of the woman.

The Alphas at the table all looked at each other, unsure. This was the first time they were caught between the Alpha king’s love squat, they mean, Beatrice never got herself involved in political talks and now they didn’t know how to deal with her involvement. Or what this meant for them.

Luna Beatrice turned back to the table, utterly composed once more. Her voice reclaimed its steady, authoritative tone. "President Roy believes that if Lunaris Academy wishes to remain open and not face sanction from the global council, or worse, revolt from within, then inclusion is non-negotiable. The fifth house will be a symbol of peace and compensation for the humans." She was not giving them a choice here. Everyone could see that.

"And what about the backlash from us? Do you think we’d let this stand?" Henry challenged.

Beatrice answered him boldly. "Houses can be removed just as easily as they were made." The subtle threat was loud and clear.

She continued. "And do you forget I too was once a member of Lunaris Academy, and from my memory, the four houses didn’t exist then. It wasn’t until my husband’s marvelous reign that he decided to give relevance to all four dominant packs." Beatrice reminded them, looking them all in the face one after the other.

Then she smiled sweetly through the threat. "So yes, traditions can be made and also adjusted. Make your choice, carefully."

"And who would be superheading this house? I hope it’s not the purple head. It’s just proof that all of this was superheaded by our sons to get Elsie out of the way and do whatever they wanted. And I seem to have a clue whose son is good at plotting and manipulating people in his games," Zara said pointedly, glaring at Henry.