IRENE'S POV
I led Alpha Lucas out of the bar and while he walked majestically beside me, putting up a tough front before the others, I knew he was really drunk. I still had my hand on his wrist, carefully pulling him along.
"Where are you parked?" That question was directed to myself more than him. I didn't think he would be any sober to help right now-
Surprisingly, he pointed to a spot and dug out his keys. With sloppy eyes that closed every second, he handed them over and sighed. I could only imagine the hangover by morning. He drank three months worth of beer, even his wolf wouldn't help him out of this.
"Thanks," I took the keys and I noticed his car where he directed me. First things first, I put him in the backseat and made sure to fasten the belt. I didn't want him throwing up
