The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 7

No, he refused to believe that this little she-wolf was, indeed, the Beta.

Eric narrowed his eyes towards Alpha Seth, "I don't like jokes," he growled, "where is your Beta?"

Seth bowed his head in submission, "She is our Beta, Your Highness."

Eric's eyes fell back to the she-wolf. Her head held high with pride. This female was the Beta, unheard of. The she-wolf was odd, he would admit, but, the Beta?

"Are you disappointed?" she asked in a seductive tone, catching him off guard. Something stirred inside him making his inner wolf scratch to the surface. This little female was challenging him, her gaze was firm and deadly, making even his blood run cold from fear. He could even hear his wolf silently whimpering in the back of his mind. "I'm the Beta of this pack. The deadliest too," she smirked.

"Blake," Seth hissed behind her.

Eric forced himself not to smile at her boldness, never in his life have someone spoke to him like that other than his closest friends.

"A warning for you and your pack," She continued, making Eric stand violently out of his seat. She dared talk to him in such a matter, "If anyone in your pack poses a threat to my pack, I will not hesitate to kill. That also includes you."

Eric couldn't help but smile at the she-wolfs bold speech. "You threaten me."

"Was I not clear?" she asked tilting her head to the side.

"Blake!" Alpha Seth yelled.

Gasps filled the room around them, but both Blake and Eric never looked away from each other.

Eric clenched his jaw. Oddly enough, he wasn't upset with her, no, he was strangely aroused by her boldness, her lack of fear, and the hint of amusement in the glimmer of her eyes. Never had a woman had the balls to come up to him with such a devilish look, not even a male, for that matter?

"Blake Norton," he whispered giving her name another taste in his mouth, and he liked it.

"That's my name," she replied folding her arms over her large chest. He didn't realize how big they were under that baggy shirt. It made him wonder what she looked like in a more fitting attire or, better yet, without any clothing.

"Do you have a death wish?" He deeply inhaled her scent but could only take in the smell of rogue's blood.

"I would ask you the same?"

"Do you?" He said wanting an answer, not another question.

"I'm fine," she replied, mimicking his tone.

Dr. Milliken glare at her through his half-cut glasses. With another sigh, he walked towards her, "well let's have a look."

Blake obeyed willingly, sitting in the computer chair with no back. Dr. Milliken looked closely at her back, arms, chest, and stomach. He glanced down to her legs seeing no problems. "Any pain?" he asked.

"No."

"How about when you shift? Or are you still avoiding the shifting?"

"I'm avoiding," Blake replied. She placed her hand over her shoulder that still bared the scar of the silver bullet that hit her five years ago.

"Still hurts?"

"My wolf form is slow and always feels pain."