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Vodka & Rage

Ronan's POV

Stupid!

Idiotic!

Foolish!

The words for my mistake of agreeing to Callum's peace treaty without looking at the lady he was about giving me, just kept popping up in my head.

“Screw this!” I hated myself for that more than anything. “Screw this!” I exclaimed, as I downed yet another shot of the vodka, which was doing very little to drown out the pain of my mistake.

Being seated at the bar in my mansion, I was halfway through a bottle of vodka, hoping to wrap my mind around what I was being faced with.

“Are you sure there's nothing we can do about this, Xavier?” I asked my aide one more time, hoping I would get a more favorable reply that time around.

“I'm sorry, alpha. Our hands are tied, seeing that the elders' council of the province is aware of the treaty—”

“Oh, screw the council,” I cut in angrily, as the pain of the consequences wasn't letting me think straight. The thought of invading Callum's territory was becoming more appealing by the minute.

“We can't just bypass them…” Xavier replied, sounding quite alarmed. “The consequences will be much worse. You could always get another wife.”

“Yeah, right…” I was too picky when it came to my choice of women, and the only woman who had met my standard had been Anna.

Though I had been crazy about her, she had screwed up big time. My pride wouldn't let me go back to her. But then, things were looking as though I would have to swallow that pride sooner than I had expected.

My mind reverted to my brief encounter with my contracted bride. The anger from finding out that she was without a wolf had made me almost ignore how dazzling she looked.

“By the way,” Xavier called me back from the distant land of my imagination. “Your brother, Daryl, is returning tonight. Too bad that one of the reasons he was returning was to come see your bride.”

“Right…” I recalled that. But I still had my mind set on Stacy. The fact that she was even on my mind, had me more than annoyed. Why would I even be thinking of a weakling? It was difficult to come to terms with the fact that the weakling was my bride.

“Have everything prepared for his return,” I said, gulping down one more shot of vodka. “I think I might have to pay a visit to my supposed father-in-law.”

“But, alpha, that won't change a thing,” Xavier said trying to keep me from acting, but he knew more than anyone that his words were falling on deaf ears.

“I'm off for an evening visit to my in-laws…” I said, waving him as I left the bar.

***

Stacy's POV

The night had come rather too quickly and suddenly. It was becoming quite scary being in that room all alone. My phone had died an hour ago, and it was just me with myself.

At that moment, I envied those who had wolves to speak to, as that could have helped out to an extent with my loneliness.

My stomach rumbled in a hungry protest. That made it an even more unbearable experience for me. With each passing moment, I could feel myself grow weaker from everything that was going on.

At that point, my decision was made. I was going to find a way out. I had always lived my life, being at the mercy of the decisions others took for me. But that time around, I was going to decide what my fate was going to be.

I got up from the bed where I was lying pitifully. My eyes scanned the room for anything at all that could help me out in my portrait for freedom.

Right away, I had thought that I had come up empty until I saw the window blinds. I rolled it up and opened the windows.

My heart nearly sank, as I saw the height below me. I was overwhelmed by fear before I could attempt my escape.

A knock came on the door, momentarily distracting me from the thoughts of my fear of heights. I quickly returned things to their normal positions in a bid not to arouse suspicions.

“I brought you food,” a high-pitched female voice said from the other side of the door. Suddenly, she opened a compartment on the lower side of the door and pushed a tray of food to like an inmate.

With that, she left me alone with the dilemma of choosing between my freedom and my immense hunger. My stomach rumbled, but I had to leave if I wanted to live freely.

I immediately turned to the window and opened it and took one last look down below. I had to still my heart, as I thought of how to fit my body right through that window without being seen by any of Ronan's men.

The feel of the cold night breeze felt scary when I got my first leg out of the window. I was fortunate that I had been clothed in a pair of jeans, which made my movement a lot easier.

I was sitting in the window frame when I soon realized that I didn't have any plans after that.

Goosebumps popped up on my body at the thought of Beta caught in that compromising position. I couldn't remain there and that was a fact.

***

Daryl's POV

I had been away from the pack for a year, but it felt like a decade. Sitting in the back seat of that car, as it headed to my pack, felt surreal to me.

“It sure has been a while since we had you, Daryl,” Xavier seemed more excited than ever, as he had been telling me of my brother's heroic deeds all the while I had been away at the

“It sure has been,” I replied, feasting my eyes on the view on my side of the car, until I felt an awkward feeling.

A strange scent suddenly rocked my nostrils. The pleasant scent of a rose, wrapped up in touches of the scent of a ripe citrus.

There was a constant gnawing on my insides to get out of that car and pursue the irresistible scent, which almost had my mouth watering.

‘My, oh my…’ Zach, my wolf, was beyond erratic, as he longed intensely to see who owned that unique scent. ‘Isn't that amazing?’

‘It sure is…’ I replied to him, trying my best to keep my self-restraint in place. I couldn't afford to act out on my first day in the pack after a year.

But then, I found myself losing control most unimaginably.

“Stop the car!” I demanded, startling both the man on the steering and Xavier, who was sitting beside me.

“What's the matter, Daryl? We're not yet at your brother's mansion…” Xavier tried to calm me down, as he noticed that I was a bit tense. “We're almost—”

“Stop the car!” I insisted. Just when the door came open, I ran out with all the vigor in me in the direction of the irresistible scent, not caring how strange Xavier must have thought I was.

My feet sped erratically, following the scent, all the way to where it led. But then, surprisingly, the scent got stronger, as I made my way to the mansion. I tried my best not to feel stupid for not waiting for them to arrive.

‘She's near,’ Zach said, as I hurriedly zoomed past the gate, and quickly headed towards the back. ‘She's got to be in the garden at the back…’

I made for the back, as the scent almost had my knees going weak. But then I got to the garden, and I was almost disappointed, as I could perceive the scent, but there was no one in sight, until…

“Ahh…” a shrill female voice screamed from one of the windows above.

Before I could look up, I saw someone falling from the window. I positioned and braced myself for the catch, as I saw that she would make a terrible landing on her back.

‘It's her,’ Zach echoed in my head, as she was almost landing in my arms. ‘Why's she jumping out of the window.’

My arms were rock steady and bore her weight without much strain. I was lost in her eyes for a moment, as I was sure I was staring at the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

“Mate…” I whispered as she stared in shock.