DREXON DRAKOVIC RHODES Th roaring of my bike across the tarmac on a dreadful night should be enough to distract me. But I’d be a liar if I said, I wasn’t distracted by her scent—the same wildflowers scent with a hint of lavender that she has worn on her skin since time immemorial. It clings to me, it festers, it calls for my fangs and the beast inside me that has been panting like a love sick mutt high on weed. ‘She accepted us, today. We could have had a taste of her blood, we could have marked her, knotted her, made her ours the minute she sat on our lap. She is ours again, Drex. She’s finally ours. I’m starving. You are too. Do not deprave us of what is rightfully ours’, my wolf coaxes and yeah it’s easy to say yes. Just turn my bike around, tell Sage to put me out of my misery and kiss me but I’m not dumb. Not like my brother, Rook, no. I’m not pussy whipped like Ronan and Levi and Tatum either because I remember what happened two decades ago. We marked our mate, we thought
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