Drake's POV
I dropped onto the bench after a brutal training session, my gaze fixed on the torn punching bags scattered across the floor. My dragon, Fin, hissed inside my head, his voice sharp and insistent. “You should have killed that wolf, Alpha.”
I sighed heavily, rubbing my temple. Fin was relentless, hounding me with murderous suggestions about Mac. Ever since he’d seen
Yuri and Mac close together, the jealousy burned us both—me and my dragon. It was like an inferno consuming every rational thought. I needed to get my s**t together.
My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. Opal. Again. She’d left fifty missed calls and a flood of texts, all begging me to come back home. She misses me, she said. But I’d told her—I’d made it clear—what we had was just a fling. Nothing more. Yet s
