Chapter 162
Aaliyah
Anger boiled through my blood as I held Vladimir's gaze. I wanted to let my wolf out. She would have lunged on his face the moment I released her and cut through his neck with her claws. But would I be alive by then?
Vladimir would kill me the moment I try to attack. I knew better than to act on such impulses.
"Did you not hear any of what I said?" he asked.
"You are not my King," I snapped. My hands clenched into tight fists at my side.
"Get on your knees," he commanded.
"Make me."
Vladimir stiffened. "Oh, I could."
"You call yourself the King of Lycans, but Tristan sits on the throne," I said.
His jaw clenched, and his eye color started shifting to a bright red. "I could have killed him many times when I had the chance and made myself King. But I didn't. Instead, I won the hearts of the people."
