Confusion clouded her mind until it dawned on her. The other wolves understood immediately. With wicked smiles, they turned their energy into whips, lashing out at her.
As a mortal, her body couldn’t withstand their relentless attacks. The whips tore at her skin, leaving her covered in blood and bruises. She couldn’t fight back—her only instinct was to curl up and protect her belly.
Enduring the unbearable pain, she screamed through gritted teeth, her voice raw and desperate.
“Stop! I am the Queen of the Werewolf Realm!”
When they heard those words, everything around us went still. Even Lila’s clique paused, their eyes flicking between each other, uncertain of what to do next. Lila, the ringleader, stood off to the side, glaring at me with narrowed eyes, her predatory stance clear.
“You said you’re the Demon Alpha’s mate?” she sneered.
I straightened my back, keeping my voice firm. “That’s right. If the Demon Alpha finds out what you’ve done to me, he won’t let any of you live.”
I believed I’d made things clear enough. Surely, Lila and her werewolf clique would see reason and back down. But instead, laughter erupted from them like the howling wind.