Asher||
Sophia owned the brothel that supplied the s*x slaves that used to satisfy my brothers and me. She also served the best beer in the land.
I had been here at a corner of the bar ever since I found out what Ares did. I had no desire to be in the castle right now.
The betrayal hurt more than I let on. I was on my sixth bottle and not fully drunk enough. All the other drinkers and pack members respectfully kept their distance because they could see how foul my mood was. Every time I came here, it was a party but not today.
My mate had left me and my own brother had stabbed me in the back. I was in no mood to dance my sorrows away.
"That's your sixth bottle, my Lord," Sophia came to where I sat.
"Prepare my seventh," I muttered. Some omega level wolves limped into the brothel and
