The Alpha sat up in his bed, hair going every which way and massive black circles beneath his now dull eyes. He looked like hell and that was putting it nicely. The Beta groaned. "What did you do last night? No, wait – who did you do last night?"
Chris shook his head with a slight snort and yawned loudly. "Better question: what time is it and why are you in my bedroom? Also, why didn't you bring coffee?"
"Answer," his Beta smirked. "It's just after 8AM and we already have a multitude of problems thanks to last night's festivities."
The Alpha groaned, tossing himself back into his pile of pillows and blankets with annoyance. "I'm too tired for this shit."
"So," Ryan ignored this and tossed himself in one of the decorative chairs placed throughout the large space. "I'm guessing it was that little tramp Crimson, no?"
"That redheaded devil has a pair of lips like a fucking Hoover," the Alpha yawned as he readjusted his long body into a comfortable sitting position, leaning back against the headboard and a mountain of pillows. "Goddess bless her slutty little heart, that kid can suck a cock!"
The Beta nodded slowly, face going green around the edges. "Did you conveniently forget that kid is actually, in fact, a kid? Need I remind you that she's just sixteen?"
Chris glared at his brother as he attempted to tame his wild hair. "Yes, brother, I am not stupid! She sucked my cock several times and I returned the favor in kind, but I kept far, far away from her cunt."
"Oh good," his Beta rolled his eyes and looked disgusted. "That's great. So, you spent the night tongue-fucking a she-wolf who's half your age. Lovely. It's good to know that you have limits."
The Alpha actually growled at this, slamming a fist down into his mattress and causing a pillow to slide from the edge onto the floor. "What do you want, Ryan? My patience is exceptionally thin at this hour after the long night I had."
His brother cleared his throat then and frowned. "Alright, let me tick off the list of issues for you, oh Alpha asshole. Firstly, our cousin, your new Delta, drank so much last night that he never reported for his patrols this morning. Which, in turn, lead me to his house, where I found him passed out and drooling all over the bed, and his mate bleeding out in their bathtub."
The Alpha's brown eyes widened profusely at this, he sat up straighter, and his expression grew gravely serious. "What?"
"Vin is just hungover, and he'll be fine once he sleeps it off and drinks some fucking water. He's just an idiot kid that couldn't handle his alcohol. Isolde, on the other hand, is currently in the clinic and Rick is doing his best to save her pup's life. We have no idea what brought this entire incident on: Isolde is hysterical and barely able to formulate a coherent sentence, and Vin is too far gone to be of any use to her right now. So, I sent Rain to sit with her and try to keep her as calm as possible since, clearly, I cannot be in two places at once."
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
