Draven POV

“Brandon,” I called calmly to the man kneeling in front of me, my voice not betraying the rage I felt, “what was our agreement?”

Sweat rolled down his face as he breathed harshly. Obviously, he had rushed here as soon as he was summoned. His hair was in disarray and he was wearing two different pairs of shoes. That wasn’t going to help his case though.

His tone was pleading, “you-you agreed to spare her life Alpha.”

I stroked the arms of my throne lightly, ...