Chapter Eighty-seven

Eleanor was not in her room when Drakken swung her bedroom door open. He hated being the first to give in but his wolf was driving him to the point of insanity. Drakken felt like a pup all over again with little to no control over his wolf.

He had come running only to find her room empty, causing disappointment to wash over him, then he remembered Eleanor worked at the healing school and was probably there. Drakken made a mental note to return that night and went about his daily business.

He drove out of the palace and away from the suburbs to have a meeting with his real estate workers. It had been a while since he kept track of the activities there. Drakken could not blame himself. The workload in the pack and the expectation from the twelve Kingdoms as an AlphaKing was beyond draining. Moreso with matters of his mate and the burdening pressure that came with the wedding of the vampire princess.

He had foolishly blabbered on about his mate the previous day to Gwendolyn after getting