Leondre's Sister

Arya's pov

I got out of the car, looking at the pathetic packhouse. It's not as big as any of ours. I go into the packhouse. I realize the males and females are gawking at me. Of course, they will. I'm a Lycan Princess. Lycans are superior to wolves. We are stronger, more sophisticated, and graceful, even more beautiful than other supernatural beings.

I look at the picture of my brother's mate and ask a snotty wolf where I can find her. She commented something nasty, and I slapped her, leaving her screaming at me, but I don't care about her. How dare she call Anaiah a slut. Do these people know she's a future Queen of the realm? Once she is crowned, she can order them to be wiped out without consequences. I find another girl who points me to her, but what I found made my blood boil. A woman was about to slap her.

I hold her hand and tighten it. Her face contort in pain. I glare at the woman as tears swell in her eyes.

"Don't fucking dare, or you're dead,"

I push her against the wal