WRITERS' POV
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Lucas felt like he was being strangled in a chokehold by his conscience, the alcohol he had poured down his throat without a care in the words had subsided, making him all too sober again,
The feeling he didn't like and has been avoiding, not wanting to think about everything, even thinking about Alice made his heartache
Mark had left over an hour ago, and the alpha felt like s**t, taking himself up for the I'm the bed and trading to the bathroom as if he didn't feel like s**t,
He couldn't do this, so he made his mind up, taking his car keys and wallet, he stepped out of his house, not even calling his driver as he sped out of town,
He had said he would call anger when he was less busy, but he know he was lying since it was his conscience burning a hole through him.
