Murderer’s Daughter

Drake's POV:

The cold night air did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. My hands trembled as I paced back and forth, my mind a tangled mess of anger, betrayal, and confusion. Leila. The name, once a source of comfort and love, now felt like a curse. I couldn't even look at her without seeing the bloodline that had destroyed everything I held dear.

 Raphael's words replayed in my head, mocking me. The brat of the people who killed his parents. The world felt like it was spinning too fast, like I was losing my grip on reality. How could the Moon Goddess do this to me? How could she mate me with the child of my parents' murderers?

 I had sworn an oath—on my parents' graves—that I would eliminate every last one of them. Every. Last. One. And now? Now, the blood of their killers was in her veins. The woman I was supposed to love, to protect, to cherish. It was all a sick joke.