Enzo’s POV
“You know, Enzo. You aren’t a bad drinking partner,” Alpha John said with a drunken slur as he slapped me on the back of my shoulder. I could smell the whisky on his breath, and it made me cringe.
I’ve only had a couple of beers, so I was far from drunk. But I couldn’t say the same for the other Alphas.
The only other one that had his s**t together was Bastien. He didn’t want to return to Selene completely wasted and I respected that about him. He loved his family, and he loved his work; he didn’t let the other Alpha convince him to drink more than he wanted, and I did the same, despite them trying.
“Enzo, when are you finally going to meet your mate and get married?” Alpha John murmured while peering over at me. “You know it’s hard to run a pack without a proper luna.
