Chapter 57

Drax's POV

My father ran the pack so diligently, yet he always had time for his family. I never felt forgotten or alone. It felt like he had always been there for me in the time when he was alive. I always wondered how he managed to do it. It seemed like a mystery to me.

I stood up from my seat and decided to take a walk for some fresh air.

I hoped the garden above would be empty, so I could have some time to reflect. Especially since we were in the final stages of the battle. In a short while, Damian would be dead, I'd be cured, and the pack would be under my control... We were in the endgame.

I moved towards the ladder, just below the hatch on the ceiling. As I passed the small walkway that led to the two bedroom doors, about to hold onto the ladder rails, a weird smell hit my sensitive werewolf nostrils.

It smelled like sex — or specifically like a lady's wetness.

What was going on?

Is today some kind of sex holiday I didn't know about? Or is this a plan to get me all horny so I c