DRAKE
“He is a fool,” I mutter under my breath, clasping my lips tightly to avoid showing my anger in the meeting. From this angle of the long rectangular table, I easily glean the firm expression on the faces of everyone. On my right, Rosa is perched with a tight expression on her face as well.
My hands grip the cushioned arms of my chair so tightly that the metal creaks under the pressure. My chest boils with the heat circulating around it.
First, he tries to kill me in his organized attack and fails and then attacks my family next? What gives him the audacity to traipse so flambouyantly into my territory, hurt my own, and think he can get away with it?
The guilt gnaws at me just as fiercely as the rage. I failed to protect Elena and Halo. What kind of Alpha am I if I can't even kee
