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Then there would be blood. So much fucking blood.
With one long swig, the glass of whisky was gone once more. However, the buzzing sensation that rushed through my mind didn’t cloud it enough to put me out of my misery.
My poor kidneys would get revenge when I least expected it.
Who fucking cares? My dad just died.
It was laughable, honestly.
To love someone now that you understood that they would never return. I’d literally never see this man again.
I’d never listen to his rough voice that I knew would be annoyed a majority of the time. Or hear him barking orders while scolding those who dared to look at him the wrong way.
I wondered how his pack was taking it.
Not like I couldn’t check myself.
I’m the new Alpha after all…
I couldn’t do that either.
If I dared, I was sure I’d drown myself in the fucking grave because I’d have to accept that Roberto De Luca…my Papa Dearest…was truly dead.
There was a tiny part of me that wished he’d somehow revive himself. Just come back from Death and talk about how he made a deal with the Reaper himself and the fucker kicked him out of Hell.
“Fucking laughable,” I said to myself, not realizing tears were streaming down my face.
Surely, this was the first stage of grief or some psychological bullshit.
Denial? Shock? Who cares? Who fucking cares?!
If only I could stop myself from thinking. That would be grand.
More alcohol will do the trick.
I should have just mixed a concoction up and hoped it knocked me down for good.
No. I can’t be suicidal now. I’ve got ten mates. Eleven mates? Ten and extra cargo? Fucking hell. Mother Moon had to be drinking when she made my fucking destiny and threw in a bunch of cock and trauma.
Okay. That was actually funny, which was why I laughed like a lunatic.
I was reaching for the whisky the next stash of whisky when my hand suddenly got slapped away.
I pouted my lips before lifting them to see a face I really didn’t want to be peering at in this crazed state.
It took me a few seconds to register the difference, and yet the person behind them had to pick up my intentions — or else the poor woman would be filled with iridescent spears.
Well…shit. That’s new.
"I told you it wouldn’t be wise to confront him in your female form.” There was Beta Malachite’s voice, though his presence only made me huff because I felt like he was here to babysit me.
Come babysit the new drunk Alpha. Weee.
“Fuck off,” I told Beta Malachite and briefly looked at Auraleia as she answered Malachite’s comment with, "I can’t switch genders that swiftly when my energies are low. You were there when they told me to switch so they could confirm I was truly Queen Clementine and not some imposter in male form.”
Her lime eyes then locked onto mine, showing glimpses of worry as she pouted her lips.
“William. I’m sorry. I know this form is…triggering.”
