Chapter Thirty-Four

Drake’s POV

Drake stood under the water in his shower and lifted his head into the spray. He was tired, somewhat depressed and bored. Troy was being kept busy with international investors, King Maxim and their other businesses.

He needed to find his mate, his wolf was already agitated and becoming more ruthless as time went by. He travelled with Troy, extensively and on his own. It’s been years and he’d started to believe that she was dead or had taken a chosen mate. He’d never know.

It was still early when he headed to the Alpha office and read the text Troy had sent him. He had three business meetings in the city and would only be back late that night. He settled in behind his desk and opened his laptop.

He hated paperwork, he preferred field work, fighting, loved the bloodlust that surged through his wolf’s veins, loved the hunt and the thrill of being in the midst of battle. Peace was good too, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes wish that a group of rogues would brea