RAFE’S POV
I ignored the watching and judging eyes of the pack members and carried Maya like she was a trophy. Of course, she was. She was my trophy—one that made my heart race and made me wonder if I was even worth having her.
I reached my Ferrari and tucked her into the passenger seat, away from the prying eyes of everyone, then slammed the door before heading to the driver’s side. I turned on the ignition and zoomed out of the venue, raising a cloud of dust at the guests. I barely cared about them, except for my men and Delinda. They would have one heck of a party because I had made sure there was enough wine and meat to cater to them. As for the elites, I didn't give two shits. I only brought them here for formality and to rub the truth in their faces. If they were hungry, they could
