Alpha Draven ordered that Alpha Tyrone should be locked up after the ruckus. It would cost him nothing to kill him off and he was only a step away from doing so, but he had to tend to his mate first.
Alpha Draven sat on the bed in their room waiting for Aysel to come out of the bathroom. He had been waiting for almost thirty minutes. He was growing worried from the time he had spent there, but he was being careful about everything concerning him.
The sound of water could still be heard from the bathroom which made him more worried.
"Is he still alright in there?"
He thought before deciding to knock on the door, no sound was coming from within and the sound of water had also stopped.
His fist was a few inches away from the door when it was pulled open from inside, the soft scent of shower gel he had used enveloped him overpowering his natural scent when his face appeared from behind the door.
