For a moment, Ember could not believe he was Draven. She had seen the King of Agartha in his royal splendor, wearing a dignified set of robes and tailcoats. She had even seen him without his clothes on. But this time…
Ember gulped.
Something was different about this wild-looking Draven. Maybe it was her imagination, but his body this time looked more muscular. Under the glare of the sun, his skin glowed like it had golden sparkles stuck to it, and his dark hair was ruffled into a mess by the wind.
'I feel like I'm seeing an untamed beast.'
Her heart started to beat at the wild beauty of the man in front of her, and for a moment, she found herself fortunate to have such a handsome man as her mate.
A Wild Draven.
The typical female inside her had already started to drool over his handsomeness as if she was a pervert.
Draven came to stop in front of Ember and kneeled under her bewildered gaze.
