Novel & Cerita Drake On Nash Grier

Drake said. “Are you telling me that I am useless to you?” Nori asks Drake angrily. “No,” Drake said firmly, “But right now, you are not helping me, helping us.” “Why the hell would I help that douchebag?” he asks as he pointed at me. “He is not a douchebag,” Drake said frustratedly, “and he is also the Fated Mate and husband of Lana who is part of this family. If that is not enough reason for you, then you better leave.”

"I just don't care." Drake let out a frustrated breath and dropped onto the edge of my bed‚ running both hands over his face like I was physically causing him pain. He was my beta‚ had been since we were twenty five years old and I took my position as Alpha of the Greymoon pack. He was also the closest thing I had to a best friend‚ after Ethan‚ which meant he was one of the only people on this planet who could talk to me like this without getting his throat ripped out.

Then the announcer’s voice boomed, thick with smoke and hype: “Ladies and gentlemen—tonight, a surprise! For the first time in five years, the pit is graced by our very own reaper. Put your hands together for the one, the only…GRIMM.” The entire place lost its mind. The sound shook the walls. Drake’s mouth fell open. “Grimm? What the fuck…” And then Rhett stepped out. He stripped off his leather jacket slow, until only his black shirt clung to his chest, muscles carved tight under the lights. Knuckle pads slid onto his hands, leather straps cinched across his wrists. His eyes never left Drake.