Catarina’s POV
The tension in the room escalated as my defiance clashed with his anger. My resentment towards him grew stronger with every word he spoke. I refused to let him control me, especially now that I held the power of a queen.
"Stay clear of me. She deserves to die," I spat, my voice a low and menacing growl. "Nobody threatens my twins or my mate." The words tumbled out of my mouth, fuelled by anger and spite, as I made my determination clear. "She is going to die once and for all."
“Catarina, please. I'm sorry.” Tara gasped for air. I didn't listen, and I would not allow her to change my mind.
She fought furiously, her movements becoming a whirlwind of desperation. Her wild kicks and swings were fuelled by her relentless desire to break free from my firm grip. Her sheer force and intensity added complexity to our struggle, challenging my ability to maintain control.
“Just die. Hell is waiting for you! Bitch!” I sat in her face as she struggled to breathe.