Darius POV
“Another one please good sir!”
Lewis raises his eyebrows but pours me another brandy anyway. I salute him and take another swig.
I am in the recreation room of the pack house where we have a bar for all the wolves in the pack. I groan as Lewis walks over and rings the bell for last orders. I didn’t want to go to bed. My sheets still smelt of her. The last twenty-four hours had been pure hell. I knew calling it off with Chloe would hurt, but I didn’t think it would hurt this badly. I had run after her after realising my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth, but when I saw her sitting on the bench with Joseph of all people, giggling, I saw red and headed for the bar. That was yesterday and I haven’t left.
I take another gulp of the bitter liquor and let it burn my thro
