Myra still couldn’t believe what Draven had done.
Right in front of the whole pack, he had ignored Navori, like she wasn’t worth more than a passing thought and a silent rejection to his chosen mate in front of everyone, and of course, she still hears the whispers of her stealing Draven, but he was hers.
Myra hadn't believed in her primal side, but right now, she felt an uncontrollable, feral flutter in her core, a possessive need to be with Draven; however, she could only wait patiently for the moment, as they were behind closed doors.
The chamber doors were closed, and they were often alone. As Myra watches, Draven's wolf shifts back into his human form, and she swallows nervously.
"the people, they all witnessed that, they were shocked on how you ignored Navori, what about-"
"nothi
