Emilia's POV
“Let me go!”
My voice cracked down the corridor, low but sharp, my pulse beating so loud I was certain he could hear it. My wrist twisted under his grip, but it was like steel wrapped around me.
“I said let go!”
The beta didn’t so much as flinch. His eyes narrowed, dark and commanding, his voice dropping to a low warning growl that coiled around my spine like a whip.
“Listen to me, woman,” he snapped, dragging me close enough that I had no choice but to look at him. “The King might tolerate anything—anything—but being disrespected? Not in there. Not in front of Alphas. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep that attitude in check and behave yourself.”
My lips parted, ready to fire back, but the steel in his gaze made the words shrivel on my tongue. He wasn’t bluff
