The nonsense Ball

Salvatore

I sat at the damn ball and watched as the so-called she-wolves tried to dance their way into Dark’s heart. Except for one thing. Dark doesn’t have a heart.

One thing that my brother does not realize is that even if he can fuck these she-wolves, none of them can satisfy the beast inside of him. Dark is ruthless; he doesn’t care about anyone but himself; he kills for fun, and he might end up killing his mate and regretting it later. My brother wasn’t always like this; he used to be kind, but his family betrayed him.

Dark is Dark, and he always gets what he wants except for this time, when he can’t take a chosen mate, but he doesn’t know that yet. Well, maybe he does know; he’s just being ignorant. My sister and I have been trying to help him, but my brother trusts no one, not even family. To be honest, I can’t say that I blame him. My parents made several attempts to kill him. These were the people who were supposed to protect him with their lives, but they tried to kill him