Beowulf (BoyxBoy, Werewolf)(Book 1) COMPLETED

Chapter 43

**Ridge**

I fell asleep crying with Beowulf in my arms. Seeing him cry just broke my heart, then when he told me he didn't want me to leave him, then when he said he lives with bad people, or a bad person. My heart just shattered.

It is my job as his mate, boyfriend, and friend, to protect him and I am failing at that job. I can't believe I didn't know Beowulf was hurting that bad. I knew he hated his cousin but I never asked why. I knew his aunt is in the hospital with cancer but I didn't know she was dying! I should have known it was serious since cancer is not something to be taken lightly. I guess I didn't want to think about anything bad happening in Beowulf's life, I only want to see him happy so I block out all the bad.

I need to think of a way to get Braider out of his house, or Beowulf into mine. If what Beowulf's drunken self said was true then Braider could seriously hurt him. If Beowulf fell down the stairs once and got a concussion who's to say it won't happen again? And Braider has thrown a knife at him which really hurt Beowulf. I can't trust Braider around my mate.

"Oh, fuck," My eyes snap down just as Beowulf raises a hand to his head. He still lays on top of me like a blanket. "Holy shit,"

"I'll get you some Aspirin," I whisper already knowing his head would hurt.

If he thinks his last hangover was bad he has another thing coming. Beowulf didn't just drink regular alcohol, he drank werewolf alcohol. Alcohol that is supposed to be strong enough to get a werewolf drunk. Beowulf is lucky he didn't get alcohol poisoning and could even stomach the strong taste of it.

"Fuck, no, don't move," He hisses at me. "Holy shit, what happened last night?"

My lip curls back as I remember Zachary giving Beowulf Black Moon. "Zachary gave you Black Moon," I growl out.

"Ugh, who and what?" He asks with his hands on either side of his head as his chin rests on the center of my chest.

"Zachary is Milo's older brother," His eyes snap open to look at me. "He gave you Black Moon which is a werewolf alcohol. It's fucking strong and who knows how many you had before I found you,"

"Found me?"

"Yeah, I went to put Jojo to bed, I told you to stay by the bonfire, but when I came back you were gone. No one seemed to know where you went, but I, uhm," I clear my throat awkwardly. "I could smell you, so I followed the scent and found you drunk and singing with Zachary and his idiot friends,"

"Smell me?" He whispers with a grimace. "Did I vomit on myself or something?"

I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair. "No, baby, you have a particular smell to me since we are mates. Plus, you still had the scent of me on you from our play down by the waterfall and down in the bomb shelter,"

"The bomb shelter," He says as he drops his face into my chest. "I remember that,"

"I remember it quite well too," I chuckle as I continue to run my fingers through his hair.

"Did you get drunk?"

"No,"

"Just me then?"

"Yeah, just you and Zachary's gang,"

"Why would I drink? I don't drink. What is wrong with me this year?"

"I don't know how it happened, I'm just glad I found you when I did," I reply. "From the way you were acting you could have seriously done some damage,"

"Ugh," He groans out. "I hate myself, I really do,"

"Baby don't say that," I scold him. "You did meet my Alpha last night though,"