EIGHTEEN

ESMERAY

I can’t get over the fact that I’m in Prince Draven’s personal space. His sweet, powerful scent floated through the air, and I felt powerful for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe to calm my overly excited wolf. My wolf, Ximena is a very quiet wolf. She didn’t speak a lot, and I wouldn’t blame her for her lack of interest after what our mate did to us.

Mena is my other half, and she’d been excited to meet me just as I was excited to meet her the first time. When Zayden didn’t reject us immediately, she had hopes that he’ll come to love us one day. But days passed and Mena started to hate Zayden. He tortured us too much by making us watch while he fucked other women. All our hopes died, and in its place was hatred for Zayden Vaughn. She’d grown really quiet after that, and whenever I had my usual headaches that’s accompanied by that foreign voice, she’d go totally out of reach.

I knew I needed to see a doctor. That wasn’t a privilege I had in Si