“Alpha Oceana.’

“Just get out of my sight before I vent my anger on you and do something we’ll both regret.’

“What!’ she snapped. “Alpha Oceana, I demand respect from you. I am five years older than you. I am your brother’s wife, a princess and heir to the throne, so don’t talk to me the way you talk to your maids.”

“I see.” I chuckled and then furrowed my brows. “Mind your damn business and stop interfering in my matters; don’t act all high and mighty just because you are older than me, grandma. I may look like a teenager, a child to you. Whatever you think of me...