Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 189: Luna Beatrice

Beatrice stared at the three women shamelessly draped over her husband, but she did not flinch. Years of living with Elijah had taught her that showing weakness only fed the beast that dwelled within him.

"Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to speak to the Alpha king." Beatrice deliberately avoided the word "husband." That title had lost all meaning a long time ago. Except when maintaining appearances in public, Elijah was nothing more than a stranger she shared a house with.

The girls, however, did not move. Instead, they laughed as if Beatrice’s words were the punchline to a joke. Elijah had brought them into her home with impunity, making it clear she held no authority and hence showed her no respect. Beatrice’s face burned red, however, that was only for a moment before her mask was firmly back in place.

"Oh, come now, my love," Elijah drawled lazily, addressing her like a lover who had interrupted his fun. "Don’t be such a party pooper. The fun’s only begun."

"I came here to speak with you, not to witness your latest indulgence." Beatrice said coldly.

"Fine." Elijah groaned with mock exasperation before turning to the women. "You heard your Luna. Time to leave. We need to have an ’interesting conversation,’" he added with a wink that dripped with innuendo.

"Of course, Luna," one woman purred.

They giggled mockingly, finding the idea of Elijah being with Beatrice laughable. In their eyes, she was too rigid and cold to interest him. Little did they know, in the early days—before Beatrice had discovered Elijah was not the man she thought she knew—their passion had once been unstoppable.

"Move along, darlings, or I might have to punish you," Elijah teased, smacking one woman’s backside when she wasn’t fast enough.

to dress, strolling confidently from

sat up, the sheet falling to reveal his battle-scarred chest and taut muscles. Despite his early fifties, his werewolf genes kept him looking like a man in his prime with his dark wavy hair, charming green eyes, and a smile that had seduced and lied more times than she could count. His muscles flexed

it was Beatrice considering she was human and did not possess werewolves special anti-aging gene. Yet, that didn’t

Elijah taunted. "What pressing matter has you storming in

she bit back with a saccharine smile, "You do know sticking your prick into every hole isn’t going to give you an heir. You’re impotent darling, or

face. In a blink, he was in front of her with a speed only a werewolf was capable

goaded him. "Come on, what are you waiting for?

He took a step back, smile returning as if the

harm my precious wife? Only monsters hit their

but then his punishments were worse than any physical pain. He relished playing games that would break

course not, hitting is beneath you. You simply find your opponent’s weak point and strike when they least expect it

of Elijah feeling offended at that summary, he said delightfully. "How well you know me. No wonder you’re

she were something precious, though his actions betrayed the

keep sowing seeds. You never know

justification for cheating and disrespecting me. You already agreed that one of the boys would be your heir. Right now, their parents have been wanting to see you for three days. Three fucking days, Elijah!

went behind my back to create powerful heirs that would

her, his eyes flashing