"If you don't know your place," she said coldly, her eyes narrowed with disdain, "then I will teach you. You are nothing but a maid. A servant. You do not look at the Alpha Emperor. You do not speak of him. You do not even exist in his thoughts. But you? You dared to reach for what is not yours. And for that, you will learn respect."
Without hesitation, she raised the whip high, ready to strike Sorayah's delicate skin. The air crackled with tension....only to be broken by the sudden force of a strong hand gripping the whip mid-air.
Melisa blinked, surprised, then turned her head with a smirk, as she saw Lucien standing there, fury radiating from him.
Before she could speak, his fist collided with her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.
