Draven's POV
The moment I scrolled past Ella's wedding dress photos on social media, my stomach dropped like a rock. For two straight nights, I've been jolted awake in a cold sweat, haunted by nightmares.In them, she's standing before the pack members in that awful dress, covered in ruffles and cheap beading, yelling "I do" like it's a competition.
Alaric whines every time I think about it.
"Make it stop," I groaned.
I hadn't slept worth a damn and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. My brain was foggy, and I desperately needed caffeine. I decided a trip to the break room might help clear my head. Maybe chatting with Ryan and Kyle would wake me up a bit.
I was heading down the hallway when Caroline suddenly burst from her office.She looked white as a sheet, pressing her hand over her m
