Alphas broken mate

Beast Eyes were following my every move, but that was not something new to me, as I was welcomed by the scent of cheap alcohol and sweat. It was sort of a welcoming scent, sort of what you call homey scent, comforting one, or at least it is for me. I'm not sure when it became that, but it is what it is, and I had no wish to think back, trying to figure out. The moment I sat down in my spot at the very back of the bar that was more or less reserved for me, there was already a glass of whatever watered down s**t the bartender was trying to push as whiskey. It's disgusting taste and the burn of cheap alcohol became just as welcoming as the stench of this place, but it did make me miss proper drinks, like real aged whiskey or other strong stuff that has a similar buzz without leaving your mouth tasting like you brushed your teeth with sewer water. I'm pretty sure it was not safe to drink, but I did not care enough to question the origins of this drink and its safety. Mostly because I didn't really care about its effects on me, and I did not want to get banned from this place. It was one of the few places that still let me sit there for days getting drunk without getting bothered. It’s not that I caused trouble, trouble found me most of the time, no matter how much I tried to about it. Some people just couldn't take no for an answer, and pushed me past my breaking point, which led me to break their bones, if they are lucky, skulls if they are not so lucky. But, no, causing fights would not really get you banned in a place like this, not in a pack like this. Fights start here at every corner and no one even blinked an eye at them. What gets you banned from places is your reputation and lack of status in this clasis society. That is what gers you the label of monster and makes others uncomfortable. That’s what draws all sorts of stupid, overly confident alphas wanting to prove themselves. That is what gets me banned in ninety-nine percent of places in the pack territory and makes you un0welcomed in general. And without status or power within the pack, there is no way to make them listen... well, unless you break a few bones, but that feels like a lot of effort and I would like to avoid it as much as possible. Sure, they cheer me on in the ring, bet on me winning, make money from me winning. In general, they are happy to make money from my skills and talents, but that never grows into anything else. In their eyes, my existence should end at the at the border of my usefulness. No one wants to acknowledge my existence outside the ring, but that was good, that is what I wanted all along. So I don’t mind, but all this was making things a bit uncomfortable for me at times, like right now, when I wanted to drown myself in alcohol. Danny's is the last bar that still lets me in, mostly because me being here, makes this place not the most popular place for the rowdy alphas that get drunk and break stuff, leaving the crowd that just wants to slowly drink themselves to death in peace and as I understand, that is Danny's target audience. Well, at least this sort of audience doesn't break everything around them, they might throw up or piss on the floor, but that is easier fixed than a breaker chair or a dead body. Once I finished my drink it was silently refilled and replaced without me needing to say anything. This was a silent daily ritual of sorts. The beauty of this place is that Danny was not a fan of small talk like most bartenders. When the occasion rises, he can talk, but for most time he prefers to keep silent as he quietly tends his bar while glaring at everyone making noise like a librarian of sorts. So, for better or worse, this place was perfect. It was silent, I was left alone and could get drunk to numb myself. What else a creature like me could want, well other than death, but I gave up on hope of that a while ago. I downed my drink as someone entered the bar, drawing in Danny's attention as he placed my next drink. Smart man, he filled up m glass before moving to the lost soul that decided to wander in here. "You lost or something?" Danny's tone was as unwelcoming as ever and I would have chuckled if I did not feel so numb right now. "If that is how you greet your customers, I'm surprised that you have any customers at all." "Look man, this is not a place where people come looking for customer service or a nice environment. So what do you want?" A low chuckle filled the almost empty bar and I could not help myself but listen in... its sound felt familiar... "I came to get a drink and to find someone." The man said as he placed cash on the bar and without another word, Danny filled him a glass. "Who you are looking for?" "Beast." A low chuckle from Danny filled the room. The man rarely laughed, but it was clear he was enjoying this. "Well, it's your funeral..." He said as he walked away leaving me and the man at bar alone. Before the stranger could say anything, I stopped him. "Not interested and if you don't want to end up in a body bag, finish your drink and leave." Another loud chuckle filled the room... this laughter... it touched something in me, but I couldn't connect the dots to put the name to this laugh. Was this man one of my opponents that managed to get out of the ring alive and now came looking for revenge? Or was this another pack Alpha or a businessman that thinks they can buy me? It's not that I'm loyal to this pack or something, it's just none of them could offer me anything that would interest me, because if I'm honest nothing interests me anymore, so this conversation was useless as all the ones before this. Feeling even more annoyed I finished my drink while getting ready to beat the living hell of this pompous asshole, that thinks he can just stomp in here and demand s**t, like the rest of the pretentiuos alphas that think that the world revolves around them and everyone will jump at their every command. "Ah Erin, I see you just as snappy and murderous as the stories paint you." My whole body froze as I heard my name... name I had tired so hard to forget... to erase... But it was not my name that made me freeze. Sure no one here knew my name or who I was... No, what made me freeze was the voice... The voice made my name sound precious as it rolled off his tongue. The voice that I heard call my name so many times... The voice of a man that I tried to forget the most. No... No... this can't be happening now. My body moved on its own as I stood up, but before I could move, a hand reached out and stopped me before I could leave. Instinctively my eyes shot up, and I saw the icy blue eyes that haunted my nightmares for the last few years and I let nausea rise in my throat, but I was frozen in place, unable to move even an inch.