Layla's POV
Melissa's mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Try again," I said, openly mocking her. "You had a speech prepared so why don't you finish it."
She either didn't hear her brother's soft warning or she chose to ignore it completely. She rose, the ice-blue silk catching the light, and took three steps toward me coming to a stop only centimeters away from me.
"Ugh she smells like a Madame's boudoir," Freja gagged as her perfume assaulted our senses.
"You don't scare me," she said, far too loudly for the small amount of space between us. "You're nothing more than a walking tantrum in boots. Kian will take the Alpha title without you and we'll all watch. We'll all clap loudly as you sit in the back where you belong, because you are nothing Layla, and you will always b
