Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 138

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BEATRICE

Beatrice wasn’t quite sure what Tweedledick meant by making herself presentable. Wasn’t she always presentable? Did he mean wear something fancer than jane and a t-shirt? Because she didn’t own any fancy clothes, unless dresses that reached mid-thigh at best

cmfed be included.

Besides, why would she care what the Council of Elders thought of her? In their eyes, they’d see a human and little else. What she wore or said wood be irrelevant because, to them, she wasn’t a wolf. She wasn’t pack.

Since Tweedleduck had at least made an effort to be nice, Beatrice did put on one of her nicer pairs of pants – dark wash jeans sleeved tonic shirt. Casual but not sloppy and, more importantly, comfortable. Because if she was going to be dealing with more bullshit, she’d be damned

and a tage gran sho it was going to happen wearing anything but comfortable clothes,

An hour passed before Tweedledick came to fetch her for the meeting. He gave her a once over but made no comment. Beatrice took that as um approving her choice of clothes. Part of her was disappointed he hadn’t disapproved but was now really the time to start a fight with someone?

She was led to a room with a large, oval table and chairs evenly spaced around it. A conference room, maybe? Beatrice didn’t think too hard about it and where she was instructed.

As far as chairs went, this one was lacking. It had four legs, which meant she couldn’t swivel back and forth to give herself something to do while waiting for this Council of Elders to show up. Honestly, if they wanted to meet her that badly, they should have already been in the room when she’d gotten there Instead she was being forced to wait.

Beatrice knew what this was they were saying their time was more important than hers, that they mattered and she didn’t. They were in a position of power and she was at their mercy. This only made her want to say rude things to them, regardless of how it had been suggested she keep her words in check.

Now… what could she do to illustrate her displeasure? Beatrice noted that seven of the chairs were fancier than the others and they were all grouped together on the exact opposite side of the table. Oh, now this… this was going to be fun. Especially since she’d been left alone; no babysitter, no chapero

No adults.

By the time the door opened again she was back in her spot, slowly swivelling her chair back and forth as she hummed a catchy tune. On either side of were three more fancy chairs, while all the others were the less than comfortable kind she’d been using only minutes ago.

The first person in the room, an older looking woman, stopped short when she noted the chairs weren’t right. Her head whipped around to glare at Beat who wiggled her fingers in greeting. If they wanted the good chairs they should have arrived earlier. Mwuahaha.

The next person to enter almost bumped into the first. “What’s the issue?,” he asked, sounding annoyed.

ľ

A low ‘hmph’ came from the woman as she turned to Beatrice and marched over. “You’re in the wrong seat, human,” she snapped, stopping an arm’s len

away.

“I was told to sit in this spot,” Beatrice replied, making sure the smile on her face was as innocent as possible. “Therefore I will be sitting in this sper are plenty of seats all around the table. I’m sure you can find somewhere else to sit.”

“Apologies, Elder Briarwood,” Tweedledick said as he seemed to materialize out of thin air. He grabbed the back of Beatrice’s chair and pulled her away the table. Leaning close, he whispered, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He’d spoken so low she almost hadn’t heard him.

Beatrice, being who she was, leaned back in the chair and replied at a normal volume. “I’m sorry but if they wanted the good seats they should have here earlier. First come, first serve. Besides, I was told, by you, to sit in this exact spot.”

The wit had to take a deep breath as the chan creaked trader the 2: in of his clenched fingers. “Beatrice. Get up.”

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Instead of doing as she was tulif

because when had she ever Beatrice crossed her legs ant looked over at the now seven wolves who stood just insi the room. “If they want the good choles, then maybe they should try asking

for me to gove, instead of ordering me around like a dog.”

potirely

“For the love of…” Tweedledick muttered before tipping the chair and sending Catrice onto the floor in a heity.

Was she going too far? Probably. But Beatrice had little to lose so why not go the extra mile?

She laughed as she sat up. “Wow. All of you really think you’re owed everything just because of some made up title, that common decency and poimen aren’t needed when dealing with others.”

“Do you think you’re funny?,” one upwards, like some aristocrat fr

n demanded. His grey hair was cut short and he had the most ridiculous moustache

gland or something. “You should show some respect.”

the ends of it were

Beatrice got to her feet

that front. Do tell,

“I’m an Elder,

“To who?

ry dirt off her clothes. “Respect is earned, old man. You didn’t respect my time so you’re already in the re pect you?”

your lady friend here already pointed out, I’m human – your title means nothing to me.”

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