MAEVE'S POV
There were quite a few things I never thought I'd have the privilege to see. Lydia Cross being extremely terrified was one of them.
All it had taken was for me to pull out a dagger—and then dish out a half-assed threat—to get the job done.
I watched her eyes widen with fear—a reflexive reaction to the tip of my dagger pressed against the papery skin of her throat.
She tried to move away from me, but her legs were way too swollen—hindering her movements.
It gave me great pleasure to conclude that the Alpha Queen was royally screwed. A burst of excitement fluttered through my stomach at the thought.
"H-How dare you? I am y-your Luna," she stuttered, trying to hide her terror with a huff of indignation. "You would never make it past the gates if you try. Ivan would surely rip your nasty throat off."