Nash
“Alpha? Alpha?”
“Not your alpha,” I mumble, groping for my glass. My fingers hit a bottle and I lift that instead, gulping down the cool fire like it’s water.
“Jay-sus,” Declan breathes. He, Laurie and Parker lean over me. “Ya smell like a turpentine factory. What is that shite?”
I blink, pushing up from the bar to look groggily around the empty upper room at The Pit. I must’ve driven straight here after Denali kicked me out. I drank all night and most of the morning to forget. Even now my lion is charged up, burning the alcohol out of my system, demanding I go back and claim what’s rightfully mine.
Except I don’t deserve Denali. I don’t deserve a family, much less a mate.
“Steady,” Laurie murmurs, slipping behind me.
“‘S good. I’m fine.”
“Your eyes are red. Like, glowing. I’v
