Ares’ POV

A ghost smile lingered on my demeanour as I strutted to do my pack roundings. I was fucking on cloud nine and feeling like the whole damn world was revolving around me.

Her smile, her face, her touch, every damn thing was fucking implanted in my head. Daphne was the epitome of beauty and drugs. One could get addicted to her, hell if I already I’m not addicted to her.

I walked over to the borders to check on the guys there. Reaching there, I beckoned to my friend and commander to report any casualties that had happened.

“Nothing yet, alpha,” he answered. For the past few days...