Olivia & Nathan
Olivia
“Nathan, are you drunk?”
Nathan blinked at me dazedly for several beats too long before dissolving into unexpected breathy giggles.
His eyes crinkled delightedly like one might upon overhearing a hilarious joke. I fought the illogical bubble of laughter rising in my own chest as I stood there, watching an Alpha, of all people, being reduced to such uncharacteristic giddiness because…
He was utterly intoxicated.
“I may… I may be a little drunk,” he confessed between residual snickers. “But it was rather necessary for cementing alliances, as I’ve learned.”
I rolled my eyes. “You dog,” I teased. “On a scale of one to ten, how drunk are you?”
He smirked. “Eight? No… Nine.”
My brow furrowed as I instinctively guided my husband’s swaying f
