I'm shown to my room and I must say, I'm heavily impressed. In the middle of the island is a sprawling glass complex with rooms on every floor. I have been brought to the 8th floor and from what I can see, we are the only ones on it. If a pack leader is occupying every floor, that means there are 11 pack leaders present. That's a lot of power in one place. My gammas take my luggage in and the one who seems to be the leadee informs me that they'll be taking turns of two standing outside my door. I don't think it's necessary in all honesty but that's their job and sole purpose of being here after all. And if Draaven had sent them along with me, he must have had his reasons. The three attendants who had attended to me organized my things into the closet snd inform me that if I needed their services, I just had to pull the bell. When I was finally left alone and the door shut behind me, I turn the lock immediately and sigh in reliefI've been craving a lot of space since I got on that jet

There's a collective gasp in the room and I push up from my seat hurriedly, lunging at Draaven. There's a dangerous glow in his eyes and his jaw is set hard as he continues to stalk forward towards Troy, his hands flexing angrily by his side.“Draaven”. I call out. “Draaven!!!!!”. My arms are wrapped tightly around his torso and I'm giving it my physically possible best to stop him from proceeding. A couple of the other alphas are on their feet and thankfully, a few of them are aiding me in holding Draaven back while the other half are making sure Troy is okay and stopping him from advancing for a fight.“Draaven!!! Can you just stoppp????”. I yell, the fiercest emotions choking my throat. He finally looks at me and when he does, the angry glow in his eyes finally die down. He glances down at my arms wrapped desperately around his torso and when he begins to calm down, I also feel it. Coldly, he shrugs off the alphas holding him back before turning to Troy, his mouth turned down in an

I wake up to the feel of Draaven's arms around me. With my hair in my face, I shuffle away softly to avoid waking him up. A small smile settles on my lips as I rest my hand on my elbows to take in the serene sight of him sleeping. This is the first time ever that he's sleeping in beside me. Usually, he holds me to sleep but is never by my side when I wake up the next day. But today is different. Today is the first day that he's actually sleeping all night beside me. His hair is a mess and he has his mouth slightly open. I can't help noticing that this is one of the few moments that he actually looks peaceful, no stoic mask in place to shield his emotions. He looks so peaceful that I don't resist the urge to reach forward and run my fingers over his beard slightly. That's all it takes to wake him up.His eyes are the most vivid hue as they snap open and for a good moment, we stay like that. Me resting against my arm and him lying down by my side, his gaze holding mine. My smile widens

When I finally wake up again, it's almost 10am. Groggily, I push up to a sitting position to see that Draaven is no longer by my side. My heart sinks in my chest as I immediately begin to consider all the things that could have potentially gone wrong. Did he realize that he regrets showing me the part of him he's been hiding? Is he horrified that he might opened up his heart to me a little too much yesterday night? I'm jolted out of dark thoughts when I hear the door to the bathroom open and there he is at the doorway, standing butt naked, a a small smile on his face.“You are awake, baby girl”. He calls sensually. Delightful chills run down my spine at being called baby girl but the small smile on my face doesn't give away the fact that I'm turning to mush inside. “I am”. I say, my voice raspy. He extends a hand towards me, jerking his head towards the bathroom. “Come. Join me in the shower”. Oh I'd love to, I think to myself hungrily and stand up to approach him. He wraps his arms

I spend the rest of the day alone indoors. Draaven has to step out for a meeting and to be honest, I don't think I mind much. My mind keeps casting back to Donna's words and even though I tell myself it doesn't mean anything, I can't get it out of my mind either. It seemed vaguely familiar, and after a little bit of thinking, I'm taken back to Eva telling me the same thing a long time ago. I debate whether to ask Draaven about it or not.A soft knock lands on the door and I jerk back to reality. Draaven would never knock. As I approach the door, I get a whiff of the person's scent, it's not so familiar. I yank the door open to reveal an omega standing there with a package in hand. She quickly bows in respect.“Good afternoon, Luna. I have a package for you”. I'm not expecting anything.“Who is it from?”. I ask and reach forward to collect it.“I'm not sure, Luna”. She'd tell me if she knew. There's no use wasting her time any further.“Thank you”. I dismiss her. The package is a white