Treasonous Whispers

Draken

“Well, mother, I know why Catty Kassandra contacted you about Maeve Davenport,” I say, walking into her room.

She smells like the Beta again. I can’t decide if she likes their arrangement, or if she feels pressured to fuck him to remain in the pack. Since she hasn’t said anything to me about it, I don’t ask. I’ve been biding my time for the old man to die so I could swoop in and take over h