CHAPTER 11: ARE YOU LOVE-STRUCK?
DARIUS:
I stood there by the window, watching the clouds gather in the sky, and let out a long, heavy sigh. I poured myself another glass of amber-colored scotch, the liquid burning as it went down, but it didn't kill the frustration.
People think being the President of the Supreme Werewolf Council is all glory and power. They don't see the endless line of wolves, Alphas, and hangers-on who think they’re entitled to a piece of me. Everyone wants a favor, a handout, or a pardon for their screw-ups. So, when that girl—Zara—barged into my suite, I tried to be as friendly as I could. Even when she demanded dinner like she was ordering room service, I decided to oblige her. But the moment she hit me with a sob story about her father being a political prisone
