Haley's POV
"Derek?" I asked as I crept through the front door of the Dark Heart Pack home. I found Derek straight away, sitting in the kitchen as he stared down blankly at the glass of brown liquid he was holding. By my assumption, I could only guess by the quantity and size of the glass that it was alcohol.
"Are you drinking? It's not even midday yet," I said, showing concern in my voice. I took the chair opposite Derek and sat, waiting for him to talk to me.
"Yeah, and?" He asked sharply, his eyes darting to mine "No one tells me when I can and can't drink, I'm the Alpha of this Pack,"
"I know," I said meekly, regretting even bringing the drink up. I hated when he drank, he became angry and cruel. I didn't need to handle Derek like this right now, so I thought I would shar
