Draco
His steps hastened over the marble floor, ignoring Alfos’s call. Despite Draco ignoring him, the beta still hastened to meet up with the lord.
“Dracolian!” His voice was raspy, grating on Draco’s nerves. “You have to listen!”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Draco screeched, finally taking a pause.
They had walked all the way from the tower toward the gladiators’ den. Even though both men were still standing outside, they could clearly hear the groans of the training gladiators from the training track.
Alfos walked hesitantly closer to Draco, regarding him with a cautious glance.
“I think something is going on with her.”
“Is that supposed to be my problem?” Draco hissed, clenching his palms. With the way his nails bit into his palms, Draco was sure it would draw blood.
He understo
