Azaire POV
“What the hell happened?”
I was about to get laid. My wolf wasn’t happy and neither was I. However, when I saw my little brother being yanked out of the destroyed sports car my anger faded and concern took over.
“Lucas, what the hell?”
“The punk drove into Richie’s car,” Ross replied.
The betas from the army dragged my brother out of the wreck. He was lucky he barely had a scratch but he wreaked of alcohol.
“Take him inside, I don’t want to see him,” Richie ordered.
I hit him on the back of the head as they carried him away. He’d be fine after a few hours.
“That’s a brand new car,” Richie complained.
“You can get another one because that one won’t be fixed,” I replied.
“I don’t want another car man. He needs to learn responsibility. You’re supposed to be the sensible
