-Seth-
“I’m sorry we drank last night and gave drinks to the other children, Sir,” Liam says, rubbing his hands down his pants. Is he nervous? “We shouldn’t have done that, and I apologize.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him. “Do I seem mad? I’m not. Altair won’t heal this hangover, and the headache is killing me.”
“Oh, alright then.”
“Why are we here?” Andrew asks. “The alphas are still in attendance. If this is about something from last night…”
“It’s not about last night!” I shout, wincing from making my own head pound. “Sorry. It’s not. We all had fun. Little rules were broken, but just little ones.”
I sigh, rubbing my forehead. How did I get black out drunk? I’m the king. These things happen to lesser wolves.
“Perhaps the weakening alphas have some type of virus, and the
