Althea burst into laughter. "You don't tell me what to do."
"The alpha was created for that woman, not the other way around. They are not just mates, he was made for her. You won't get it, because you don't know who she is or what she is." She stood up to her feet, hair dragging across the marble floor. "Listen to me."
She snatched Althea by the chin. "You are playing a dangerous game. That woman is dangerous—way more dangerous than her innocence or appearance gives away. You're going to get yourself killed."
"No, I won't." Althea glared.
Her finger dug deeper into her chin. "Yes, you will."
She continued, "This game you want to play, yes, you'll get what you want, but it won't last. That title, you won't hold it for too long until she takes it back from you and when she does, she will kill you, cut you piece by piece, and feed you to the vultures. You killed her mother, remember that."
She roughly let go of her and stormed back to her chair.
