DALTON'S POV
Even though I growled at him like he better back the f**k up before he got smacked the f**k up, Dad's irate eyes leveled with mine. The ocean blue in them disappeared to dart out vicious black daggers, making me blow out a long breath. The chair creaked when I sank back into it.
“It's ten o’clock, and you've got a pack to run. You are losing warriors from the increase of rogue attacks and here you are drinking yourself to death.” Dad snickered and put the glass jug on the desk. “Your Gamma must be held accountable for not taking care of the security breach. He kept that information from you, and you must put him in his place.”
I wiped the trickling water from my face. “Fine. I'll take care of it.”
“Where the hell is your mate to ensure that you're not a mess? Why is she of
