Chapter 51: Lonely Dragon

Local Whiskey tycoon Mason Lane and his wife, Abigail were there. So was, Rafe Maccon, Alpha of the Macconwood Pack, and his wife, Charley. His beta, Seff was in attendance with his mate, a renowned White Witch, Sherry Morgan. They all laughed and chatted pleasantly.

Everyone seemed to have a mate. Except him. Always on the outside. He supposed he could mingle with the business contacts who'd been invited, but he was not feeling up to it.

His hiding behind work was like second nature. Fortunately, he had a small office in the main part of Castle Falk. It was nothing like his sanctum upstairs in his own private wing of the castle, but it was fully functional and allowed him to get info down whenever the inspiration hit.

Unfortunately, a certain Witch that he'd been hoping to avoid took it upon herself to follow him in there. Fuck. He smelled the heavily perfumed woman and growled his distaste.