Chapter Thirty-seven

Raw fury was a better word to describe the jolt of emotions that rushed through Drakken at her admission. Someone had dared force themselves upon his mate and raped her? He could feel his wolf going berserk at the news and for the first time in a while, Drakken was in tune with his wolf.

Eleanor knew he was mad from the tick in his jaw that indicated gnashed teeth. He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly restless with unbridled anger.

"Who was it?" Drakken growled out. "Who put their hands on you?"

She shook her head in denial. “I wish I knew. It was during nighttime so I did not get the chance to see his face." Eleanor shuddered a bit from the memory of someone thrusting themselves into her as she begged and cried repeatedly to be let go. "But I know for sure he was not a human."

"A vampire?"

Her head moved once more. "Werewolves have a particular smell that is not hard to miss. He smelled and felt like one."

That heightened Drakken’s curiosity to find out who it was in his King