CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  DRAVEN

  My eye lids still felt heavy as they slowly fluttered open,and my body weak.A groan escaped my lips when I realized I'd slept.Unbelievably so.I waited for my eyes to adjust to the daylight when I felt a movement beside me,someone snuggling closer.I stilled,waiting for my beast's usual protest,but it didn't come.My eyes moved to settle on her face as she slept peacefully,a satisfied smile on her lips.She was having a dream.

  My beast had a reversion towards women being too close or showing too much affection.It has been that way ever since I was sixteen.It was his way of rebelling against my father.King Cadeyrn-ruaidhri wanted me to be everything that he was,but my body rebelled.My father was a tyrant,a manipulative son of a bitch.He took away my childhood and growing up for me was all hard work and torture.People that called him a psychopath were not so far from the truth.