Taking another gulp from the opened bottle of whiskey, I slumped on the chair and stared into space. It was the dead of the night, and those morons weren't even trying to hide their fallout.
My brothers and Violet were going at it now for several hours. Something must've happened in the mission... something about Violet being a beta. I myself didn't believe it. A pack with an alpha couldn't be mated to a beta. A pure beta pack? Maybe. It had always been like that. After all, how could an alpha reproduce without an omega?
And yet, the idiots still thought that there was a major problem. Wasn't the bond enough to push their doubts away? f*****g Alistair already claimed Violet.
"There must be a mistake in your document," Marku repeated who f**k knew how many times. "You can not be a beta.
