Enzo’s POV
“What the hell did you do to her?!” Alpha John asked as I brought Bethany into their home.
I still had her cradled in my arms; she was a drunken mess and singing a song I didn’t recognize, along with laughing wildly at nothing in particular.
“She drank too much,” I answered, but I knew that wasn’t true.
She only had one glass of wine.
Something must have slipped into her drink. I took her up the stairs and into her room. Her father was trailing behind me, asking me a bunch of questions I was ignoring.
“She can hold her liquor! You did something to her!” He accused, anger clear in his eyes.
Max was at his limit; he was already annoyed that I chose to have dinner with her and not our mate, now we were being accused of something ridiculous like drugging her.
I plac
