Xavier's POV
I expected Beta Julian to storm out of the house in a panic to warn his son. Instead, he calmly walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, and started drinking straight from it.
His son wasn't even dead yet, and he was already mourning him.
And to think I once believed I was the only one blessed with a dysfunctional father.
My own father had fallen asleep on the couch, utterly exhausted. If what he’d seen was true, then Maxwell was in serious danger. But there was no one left to warn him. I knew he wouldn’t listen to me—not after I left his mate bleeding and helpless. My hands were tied, and his father seemed more interested in drowning in his sorrows than helping his only son.
“So, this is your brilliant plan? Getting yourself drunk instead of finding a way to he
