Alpha Vlad~
Same Drago.
An incapable fool who buries his weakness behind wine. He’s pale and hollowed out when my old rag’s visit has only begun.
Why does he think losing himself in wine will outrun his troubles? He drinks himself into oblivion but faces his future troubles when he gets sober. Same circle, over and over.
Drawing in a slow breath, I snatch the bottle of wine from him. f**k, this is the human wine: alcohol. I hear it’s stronger than ours.
Roaring, I smash the bottle into the wall. Poor thing; it shatters across the wall.
“Why?” Drago roars, staggering up from his bed. “Why are you meddling in my business!!?” He stares at me with narrowed eyes.
“Get your act together. You are an Alpha.”
“Vladimir!… Hmph… The perfect son has given an order like his father.” He claps,
