Thaddeus’ POV
Ezeekeal and the noirette come towards the throne, walking quickly to get to me faster. Once standing in front of me, Ezeekeal bows and who I think is Ms. Clinton curtsies in her blue, sparkling dress. When they both are standing properly, Ms. Clinton moves her hair and dress, trying to look flirty at me, but I glare at her attempt. She readjusts herself to how she was when entering, a pout on her thin red lips and fear in her nut brown orbs.
“You wished to see me, Your Highness?” Her voice sounds like a soothing song, but breathy as she continues to flirt. I scowl at her again, a snarl covering my alabaster face.
“Yes,” I confirm, reigning in my anger by a thin thread. “I have heard about issues within the Black Moon pack.” Her face morphs into fury at the name, a fire blazing in her eyes. “Could you give me some information about the Alpha and Beta, and maybe the Omega?” I include my Rosette, hoping for some info about my mate.