Chapter Forty-Nine

Drake’s POV

The silence was killing him. Cleo had finally stopped crying, the occasional sniffle could still be heard but he was in a car with two guards and he didn’t know anything about this woman. He’d swooped in and claimed her in front of Jeffrey and here they were.

She hadn’t fought him, hadn’t said a word but he could feel the bond between them, the magical tingles that only a mate’s touch could ignite, swirl over his skin every time they touched. He hadn’t even given her time to pack anything.

This whole thing reeked of something sinister. Drake rubbed his hands over his face and glanced over at Cleo. He didn’t even know her last name or her age. Fuck, he’d never felt so out of his depth before and especially never over a woman.

He hadn’t been thinking clearly. He had a girlfriend at Black Claw. Emily was sweet, kind and he’d considered taking her as a chosen mate. They’d been seeing each other for a year and she was due to return to the pack grounds in two days.

“Where are we