CHAPTER 31 —The Alpha’s Discovery
Peter
I woke up with a headache that felt like someone had split my skull open and poured molten iron inside.
For a moment, I didn’t move, I couldn’t. The morning light knifed through the tall windows of my bedroom, harsh and sharp, too bright I shut my eyes tight and then squinted them. The bottle of vodka I hadn’t finished was sitting on the nightstand staring back at me.
The scent of alcohol hung thick in the air and my mouth tasted like regret.
I dragged a hand over my face and groaned, rolling onto my back. The ceiling stared down at me, ornate carvings and ancestral sigils. My father had commissioned those designs himself. He said they represented strength and legacy, thinking of him and how he coordinated himself as alpha, I smiled in admiratio
