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Thomas's POV Slamming my glass down on the bar, I gesture for the bartender to bring me another glass of whiskey. It takes a lot of alcohol for a werewolf to get drunk but I am definitely well on my way. The bartender brings me another glass of whiskey and I down the glass all in one shot. "Alpha, if I may," the bartender, Ben, leans in close. "It isn't healthy to try and drown your sorrows in alcohol." "Mind your business," I growl at Ben and he raises his hands in defeat. "Get me another drink." "Do you want to talk about it?" Ben asks me with a concerned look on his face. "No," I lie. The truth is that I do need to talk about it, I need to vent to someone about the mess that is my life. When I decided to bring Mia into my life as a contracted mate, I never though