Chapter 16

Elsa

Drake grabbed a towel and dragged it across his bare chest, still not looking at me. His silence made my blood boil, rage bubbling up

inside me like hot tar.

“She comes from a traditional family,” he finally said, his voice controlled, too damn controlled while I was falling apart inside.

I let out a cold laugh that felt like broken glass in my throat. “That doesn’t answer my fucking question.”

“Her family is old-school Black Obsidian. She’s still a virgin.”

“She’s twenty-four, Drake. You really believe she’s pure and untouched?” I spat, my wolf snarling beneath my skin, teeth bared at the thought of another female. “Or do you just like the idea of being her first? Does it get you hard thinking about breaking in your pristine