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."
