Wesley had never felt as suffocated as he did these past few days.
Between his mother dragging out relics to control him and Delilah clinging to him with her endless “the baby needs you” speeches, he felt like a wolf trapped in a cage again.
He needed air. He needed space. He needed… his sanity.
So, he did what any emotionally tortured Alpha would do.
He went to the bar.
His friends were already there being loud, half-drunk, chaotic, and annoyingly cheerful.
The moment Wesley slumped onto the leather booth, one of his friends, Nigel whistled. “Whoa, look who crawled out of the emotional swamp, again!”
Another one, Tony raised his glass. “To our fearless alpha… who looks like he hasn’t slept since the stone age.”
Wesley groaned and rubbed his face. “Shut up.”
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