THIRTY EIGHT

Even a mad man would seem sane when compared to the way in which the Alpha King, Shawn, was driving. His senses weren't practically with him – he threw every sense of caution, danger, and thoughts out of the damned window once he noticed his ex mate's absence.

Made up images about Derek forcing himself on Michelle kept popping randomly in his head, and it merely got his foot stepping more aggressively on the pedal.

Even without saying a word throughout the entire drive, every living being could sense his true intent – murder.

He was surely going to brutalize that son of a bitch in a way that he'd regret being birthed.

It wasn't just some empty words – Shawn always composed himself to avoid inflicting unimaginable pains on that gynecologist. But now, he was laying his hands on Michelle.

Raven's power were incomprehensible, yet somehow, she displayed a visual of Derek and Michelle in his bedroom. Shawn could vividly recall Derek's lips claiming hers violently.

“Fucking hell!!” Aga