Morgan
The amber liquid swirls into the large crystal glass as I try to overcome the aching pain in my chest. I drink it down quickly and fill it again. Seth must have not needed to drink much judging from how full his liquor cabinet is in his office and the dust that covered most of the glasses and bottles. He had very little variety too. Only enough for guests probably.
“Must have been nice.” I mumble to no one.
Jasper my wolf is silent at the moment. He’s probably in as much pain as I am.
Downing that one too, I decide one more should do the trick. Get me drunk enough for a bit so I can ignore the shitstorm that is my very existence. For a few hours at least. Damned Alpha genes! I never wanted to be Alpha born. I would rather be a Beta or a head warrior even more. Too bad Owen is
