-Seth-
My head is killing me. If Altair doesn’t push my hangover away soon, I may kill all the alphas just for fun.
“Is the king hungover?” I hear hushed voices push through the dining room.
“I heard he was giving the kids alcohol after we left last night,” another says, as if they’re actually offended.
A luna chimes in. “Both my boys woke up hungover. Their wolves have already healed them, though.”
My head snaps up, and I pin her with a look. “Your boys are both of age and made their own choices, as are my children and nephew. As am I, for that matter. I had a great time with the pups last night.”
The audacity of these people. So what if I’m hungover? I’m the f*****g king. I can do as I’d like. Grandma Cora giggles from down the table.
“It’s a shame I missed it. Peter ma
