Chapter Seven

Eleanor’s eyes dilated, his request sounding outrageous to her ears even though she knew she should have expected something like this coming to his room tonight. The minute Drakken declared her his mistress was the beginning of her undoing.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do what he asked of her. She had a hard time believing he just said what he did.

"I beg your pardon?" She asked incredulously, her eyes swinging around from the Alpha King's bare chest to his face, debating which was more of a distraction. His taut muscles were larger than an average human's. In all her days spent at the brothel, Eleanor had never seen any man with physic such as his.

"You heard me, Eleanor..." Drakken strode toward her, circling his mate slowly like a starved beast ready to pounce on its prey. "I am not fond of repeating myself.”

He hungered for her in the literal sense, not in the way a beast did, but the way a man desired a woman. The dress he had picked out for her sat perfectly on her petite b