Drake’s pov
Sitting at my office, my door was suddenly pushed open. It was an ill manner since the person didn’t get my permission.
Walking toward me was a man dressed in a crazy, seems-torn jeans and a black shirt with its collar flying roughly in the air.
“Can I know you ?” I questioned, standing on my feet.
The sound my palm made against the desk was a loud echo.
“Take it easy man, I ain’t here for some war.” He giggled, taking his steps around the room.
His gaze was fixed on every corner, taking in the blissful look of my office. I’m the future Beta of the red moon pack.
“Oh, Beta Drake!” He exclaimed, staring at the tag on my wall. “That sounds pretty petty.” He smirked.
Bastard! I clenched my teeth in disgust. Enormous blood bubbling in my vein.
“Who are you?” I questioned
