Darius POV
“Another one please, good sir!”
Lewis raised his eyebrows but poured me another brandy anyway. I saluted him and took another swig.
I was in the recreation room of the pack house, where we have a bar for all the wolves in the pack. I groaned as Lewis walked over and rang the bell for last orders. I didn’t want to go to bed. My sheets still smell of her. The last twenty-four hours had been pure hell. I knew calling it off with Chloe would hurt, but I didn’t think it would hurt this badly. I had run after her, realising my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth, but when I saw her sitting on the bench with Joseph of all people, giggling, I saw red and headed for the bar. That was yesterday and I hadn’t left.
I took another gulp of the bitter liquor and relished it as it bu
