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, fueled 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 fueled by her relentless desire to break free from my firm grip. Her sheer force
