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“We can help you.” “Danny, this is Draven RedFang, he’s Ryle’s father.” Drake introduced. “Mr. RedFang, I’m sorry. I didn’t…” “It’s okay,” Draven nodded, “tell us what’s got your tail on fire?” He asked. “Nurse Sally told me to bring this to the Alpha and Luna,” he said. “I think Sam is in trouble.” He said handing the note to Draven. Sally,

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

But she had to sacrifice herself in order to protect the most important thing in the world. Esteban was on her now holding her down to the ground with her hands well above her head roaming her body before saying. “My secret is…” Pausing for a dramatic effect, probably for himself to get closer to his own downfall. “I never lock the door.” Before she could respond the familiar pain hit her neck causing her vision to blur and spots took place of color. Thankfully she was fully gone before the assault could officially begin this time around.

Straight to voicemail. The cold drip of suspicion became a flood of dread. I sat forward, my knuckles white as I gripped the seat. We followed them for twenty agonizing minutes, leaving the university district behind, turning onto roads lined with cafes and boutiques. When Kwame’s car finally signaled and turned into the discreet, tree-lined driveway of a boutique hotel called Golden, my world fractured. “Wait here,” I told the driver, my voice a stranger’s. “Keep the meter running.”

I and the other guards pulled drake up and entered the car . I was crying , We immediately rushed to the hospital . Stay tunned ,crazy updates Hey Guys do like vote ,share and follow me 😘🙋🙋

I looked up to see Samual standing a little way off with a gun in his hand. Everything rushed together as I saw bodies rushing at Samual. Suddenly he was on the ground with Drake kneeling on his back. The look in Drake’s face was one of the scariest I had ever seen. He was practically hissing at Samual and his fangs were out. Samual and Tommy were shouting at each other. “I said there is no way my family is going to be one of you scum,” Samual shouted and I growled. I could feel Maia inside me, trying to force her way out but I had to keep the pressure on Andrea’s wound.

Drake muttered under his breath. “Drake, It’s Sam.” Sampson called out. Drake let out another heavy sigh before opening up the door. “What’s up bro?” He asked. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting,” Sampson said noting the redness around Drake’s lips. “Nope not at all.” Drake responded sounding slightly annoyed.

And the worst thing is that none of their parents find anything to say about this rather annoying behavior. "Ryan, don't you think you're going a little too far? My husband is a friend of Drake's I'll have you know. "Says Scarlett. "He is also twisted. " She shakes her head and doesn't say anything, I roll my eyes, I really had no idea that Ryan had this trait. "I got a call from the banker this afternoon. " Said Richard. "Apparently you've spent millions on a crumbling building that will yield absolutely no profit. " Drake suspends his action and puts the fork down on the plate. He holds his head in his hands and I can see his vein pulsing, he's really angry.

Samantha’s eyes became distant as she seemed to get lost in thought. “Ok, I think it’s time for me to go. Great chat guys.” Drake spoke over his shoulder as his parents kept throwing snide comments at each other. “Why couldn’t I have a nice family in a home surrounded by a white picket fence?” Drake asked himself, not caring if he was heard as he continued to walk away. “I had to get stuck with the literal devil as a fucking father.”

I am not sure what it costs but it was well worth the experience, I thought laughing at myself. As we land, I quickly find myself disembarking and looking for the warriors from Samuel’s Pack. I knew most warriors so I wondered who they would send. Imagine my shock when I get to the bottom of the stairs and see Drake leaning against the SUV, his arms folded across his strong chest with dark sunglasses on.