DRAKE’S HEART WAS LIGHT. He could barely believe it.
Layla was his.
At least, that’s what his beast told him. She’d let him in, in more ways than one, the night before. He hadn’t been expecting it after the wrath she’d shown him that afternoon. She must have worked through her thoughts and emotions, coming to a different conclusion than the one she’d first harbored.
He tried to tell the twins that the feast he was making was not a celebration of their union, a bond that he knew was tenuous at best in this early stage, but they would not listen. Luc jabbed him in the ribs while casting gaudy winks. Isaac was impressed that their leader had tamed such a wild beast, as if she were a storm that needed to be reined in or weathered.
Drake pulled open the walk-in freezer he’d had installed a
