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/Malia’s POV/ In my entire life, except from the shock of my entire family being massacred, nothing else was more shocking than Ezra being drunk, it should take at least 5 to 7 bottles of vodka to get an average wolf drunk, not to speak of a beta or an Alpha, a crate of drinks might not be enough to get some Alpha drunk, I can’t believe a beta, Ezra to be precise got drunk after 3 bottles, he did finish the fourth one before collapsing, I still stood watching in awe his sprawled body on the floor unsure what to do when I noticed something, his hands and several parts of his exposed skin were red, I knelt beside him while the few people that just entered the club gathered around us. His hands were swollen, and my eyes grow wide as I took his palm in mine and noticed the swelling, he wasn’