After leaving Myra's chambers, Draven felt a surge of rage as he walked down the quiet corridors, his feral instincts urging him to return, pin her to the wall, and claim her until she confessed to the world that she belonged to him.
He felt a dominating and possessive sensation, one he'd never experienced so intensely about anyone before, and he knew it was his punishment for desiring something he shouldn't, especially since he already had a woman, which made things complicated.
And now he is handling a bottle of scotch he may have swiped from Tarrin’s surprise birthday collection, but he’d gotten a dozen more that the gamma would like instead.
He enjoyed the burn of the alcohol on his throat as he swung the bottle in his hands while heading towards his chambers. He opened the doors to
