SIXTY

DRAVEN

Pressure. Unending pressure. It’s what I’ve known all my life. From the minute I was born, the pressure followed me everywhere. It became a part of me, from infant into adulthood. I learnt to handle it, but some days could be worse than others, and today happens to be one of my terrible days. After the scene I’d just walked into with Donovan and my mate, my beast only craved one thing. Blood.

The last few days have been horrific. Asides from the pressure from the council and kinsmen to hasten the mating ceremony, I’d had to deal with different conflicts rising here and there within and outside the palace. Our borders were breached again. Plus, the issue with Silver Moon pack that my mate once belonged to.

After the unruly behavior of the alpha’s son and seeing those scars on my mate’s back, I was determined to shut down the entire pack. Esme had told me she wasn’t one of the favorites in her pack, and I had the gut feeling that they had all one way or the other contributed to