"What do you think happened, Violet Purple?" Elijah retorted coldly. "Your father wants his throne back."
The disdain laced through the Alpha King's voice was impossible to miss, and just like that, they were back to finger-pointing and blaming.
Violet raised a brow. "And whose fault is that, brother to my father?" she returned evenly.
The title alone was enough to provoke him.
Elijah's eyes blazed dangerously, but Violet remained perfectly still beneath his glare. Unlike him, her own anger came with consequences now. Lives had already been lost today, and Elijah Richmond was not worth losing control over.
What irritated Violet most was how quickly his attitude had shifted.
Just minutes ago, he had looked like a man cornered by fear and desperation. Yet now that she was standing here, suddenly he remembered he was Alpha King again, throwing his weight around like she was still the same girl he once intimidated in the past.
