Author's note: this is from Lazarus's point of view

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This birthday celebration was a disaster from the moment that pipsqueak showed up.

To make things worse, Serina defended him. How can she forgive the man who broke her heart completely? I was right here for three years, watching over her and supporting her, doesn't that mean anything? And she said that she likes him.

I swallowed my grievances and waited for the bastard to slip. He did it once, and he will do it again.

I consoled myself with the fact that he is mortal, so even with perfect behavior, I gave him at most a few decades before he becomes irrelevant. It might sound like a lot from now, but decades for us pass like a flash, and so will this Drago.

The night was harder than expected. I was supposed to guide the youngsters for their run in the wolf form, but Alex was losing it; he wanted to go into the villa and rip Drago's head off, and I forced him to head into the forest at full speed in order to steam some of his anger. Of course, that only fueled youngsters to follow me frantically, thinking that I was running to impress them.

I was so consumed with thoughts about Serina and what that scoundrel is doing to her, that I absolutely ignored Mona's hot gaze scanning my naked body.

Well, if Serina was untouched so far, that guy definitely changed that.

I'm not a man who cares about how many partners a woman had before me, but that asshole doesn't deserve Serina, and I have no idea what stunt he pulled to get back into her life.

Drago didn't break only Serina's heart, he broke her. I remember the destructive storm in the sunroom, and that Aldus called a witch and a dragon for help because Serina was unresponsive, lost in her sorrow, and it's all because of this Drago who waltzed in here like he owns the place.

The night passed somehow, and when I saw him at breakfast I wanted to punch that smug smile off his face.

Drago was holding Serina's shoulder and hand and he even wiped jam from the corner of her lips gently. He was caring toward her but whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would smirk at me, challenging me silently, and Alex clawed to let him come out so that he can end that shithead.

I thought that Serina was a smart woman, but this guy being by her side proved me wrong. I had no idea how come she can't see beyond his mask. That man is bad news.

I nearly flipped when I heard that the two of them are going to town after breakfast. Does he plan to hog Serina all the time? Even if it's not for me, shouldn't she want to spend time with Luca, Zoe, and Ash?

I thought that they will join us later, and I was looking forward to beating Drago in whatever sport he chose, yet they didn't show up.

The time passed and it was time for us to return from the beach. I immediately picked up Serina's scent and I knew that they returned. I grit my teeth in annoyance, thinking that they went to her room again, but to my surprise, her scent led me to the gym.

I thought how the gym is better than the bedroom, but then I saw a scene of Serina in dangerously tight clothes with that bastard's hands all over her. I never wanted to kill a man more in my life.

My anger was amplified by Alex's and my temper flared. To my delight, Drago accepted the challenge.

Serina screamed for us to stop and for a moment I froze, but I used all my might to shake it off. How is Serina able to force me into submission? I don't submit to any Alpha, why do I react to her orders?

I glared at the punchable face of the man who is the source of my irritation and Alex agreed with me that we will rearrange his facial features.

'Just tone it down a bit…', Alex advised. 'He is human, and we should not kill him in order not to invoke Serina's wrath, but a few weeks in a hospital is an acceptable outcome.'

I flinched at the pressure Drago emitted while scowling at me.

'Are you sure he is human?', I asked Alex, getting slightly wary of Drago.

'He smells like one, and he doesn't have a wolf.'

Alex was never wrong, but my instinct told me that there is something odd about Drago.

The youngsters joined us in the gym. They probably sensed the pressure of the brewing fight; werewolves are sensitive to such things and the fact they kept their distance meant that they could feel the danger.

I couldn't believe that his aura intensified by the second. It's been a long time since I faced such an opponent.

If he is human, he is a freak of nature and my urge to beat the daylights out of him grew by the second.

"Let's see if you have what it takes to back that spirit…", I taunted him. "As a challenger, you get the first strike."

Drago sneered. "I am the challenger? Look again, dimwit. Seraphina is mine. The challenger is you."

I saw red. I don't know how good of a fighter he is, but he is good at pushing my buttons.

'Don't come out.', I warned Alex. The last thing I wanted was to shift and then Serina to flip because Drago saw it.

'Be careful not to trip over your feet.', Alex said. 'It's been a long time since you fought as human.'

The only fights I had in the last decade were when I dealt with rogues or with Alphas who thought that they can take a piece of my territory and in both cases I let Alex take over.

I'm rusty in this form, but I am facing a human. I am stronger and faster than he is, so there will be no problems.

I dashed toward Drago and launched a punch straight to his jaw which he dodged in the last moment by twisting his body and punching me on the left, just below ribs.

Shit! That hurt.

My fist changed direction, searching for Drago, but he was already behind me, kicking me in the back of my knee and striking my shoulder. It was like a sledgehammer hit me.

Can a human be so fast and pack so much strength? I remembered our handshake from the previous day, the guy has an abnormal grip.

'If you continue spacing out like that, you will lose…', Alex scowled at me.

Damn it! I was reckless.

Why the hell am I controlling my speed and strength to the point of a human getting an advantage over me?

I groaned and dashed to the side, straightening up to catch my breath. He was lucky, right?

'I don't know…', Alex responded. 'It's been a while since we fought against humans, but it was always like chopping cabbages, no resistance. This guy is resisting. No wonder Serina fell for him, he is probably special among humans.'

I hated that Alex was right. But Drago was not only resisting, he was also looking at me with a smug smirk that I was eager to wipe off with my fists.

I got my bearings and attacked again, this time with more determination.

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