Damien's pov
"Get in."
I pulled the car door open and pushed Aria into the back seat, using no gentleness at all.
Sliding in after her, I slammed the door and signaled my driver to head for my closest villa.
I hated drunk wolves, especially females.
When a she-wolf got drunk, she turned useless.
I liked my women sharp, aware, able to keep up with me.
A drunk one was nothing but dead weight, and I had no patience for that.
The stench of alcohol hit the leather seats almost instantly, sour and heavy.
I turned my face toward the window, jaw tight, fighting the urge to throw her out right there.
Aria lay across the seat, her eyes unfocused and her skin turning pale quickly.
"Ugh…"She gagged, then threw up all over the spotless interior of my Maybach.
My ha
