Zeph's Pov
I'm trying to figure out who must have hurt my Beta's brother when Tyler stumbles into my apartment, his steps are uneven and his eyes glaze over with too much alcohol. The smell of cheap whiskey hits me before he does, and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
Tyler glares at me, swaying slightly. He's wearing a wrinkled blue hoodie and jeans that look like he's been wearing them for three days straight. His blonde hair is messy, and there's a stain on his shirt that might be beer or vomit.
"I hate you," he announces, pointing at me with an unsteady finger.
I nod, leaning back against the couch. "The feeling is mutual, just get away from me…you reek."
‘This i***t is going to vomit all over the floor,’ my wolf growls. ‘Kill him before he ruins our space.’
Not yet, I tell him. Let
