I pick myself up.

It’s easier this time because if there’s pain, I can’t feel it. All my wolf and I know is rage.

That asshole.

That hypocritical, backwards bully.

Why did I expect any different? I’ve known Draken Kal my entire life, and what exactly in his illustrious past convinced me that he’d be any better than this?

The lifetime spent beating the shit out of other shifters?

The throne on the dais where he lounges while females throw themselves at him and he barks orders at us lesser folk?

I’m a fool.

I knew what he was, and here I am with his jizz still dripping down my...