87. Draka's POV
I know that I'm supposed to not like Carlos, but it takes less than an hour with him and all caution has been thrown out of the window.
He is showing me his collection of music and even letting me play them. Letting the sound blast through his house.
Is this he? The Alpha that can send even the strongest of our kind to piss their pants?! The same Carlos that everyone is too scared to get on his nerves?
“How old were you when you had your first kill?” I ask him.
“Twelve.” He shrugs. “It was a grown man.”
I sit next to him, I have drunk so much bubbly champagne that I lost count of how many glasses I had.
“I heard that you killed someone too,” he stares at me. “Tell me about it.”
I drag a sigh as I trace the rim of my glass.
“Well, it was a long and unfortunat
