Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Three

Averson’s POV

When Vitandi approached me with his plan, all of the anger I have been pushing down for years came bubbling back to the surface. I told myself that hating the Katasan, everything they stand for and what they did to me, would do nothing but make me bitter, so I bottled it up. I tried to get on with life as best I could, and told myself I wouldn’t let them take any more of my life from me.

My world ruptured when Imelda told me my mate had died and my son was missing, but I pushed through the heartache and grief and told myself that one day the Katasan would pay for the years they stole and the loss of my family. Some days I let out a little bit of that pent up rage, like opening a faucet, it was the only thing that got me through the hardest times.

I never really believed I would be able to punish them the way I wanted, I am only one man, so when a dragon and one of the Betas of the most notorious warrior pack asked me to join them, I didn’t need much