FORTY-EIGHT

DRAVEN

I knocked the computer and a pile of work off my desk in annoyance, my beast growling as I did. I needed to go on a run, it’s been a minute since I let him loose. Every fucking thing annoyed me, and my beast was bloodthirsty, eager to end the life of the urchin in my cell. But I wasn’t going to hold on one minute longer. Tonight, he had to be slaughtered. But even the thought of killing him did not give my beast the satisfaction he wanted.

How dare the son of a bitch disrupt my party, and how dare that little Omega lie to me? This whole thing could have been avoided if she had bloody told me she had a mate, but she fucking kept it to herself. I should punish her, lay her down and whip her till she was begging for mercy, but after seeing the scars on her back, I couldn’t bring myself to.

I took one look at her with that bloody scumbag to know how much she hated him, and after hearing the things he did to her, I was angry, but still, that didn’t give her the right to keep the tru