Ashran’s POV
The whiskey burned going down, but it was not enough.
Nothing was enough tonight.
I signaled the bartender for another, ignoring the concerned look he gave me. This was my fifth…or was it sixth?…but I wasn’t keeping count.
The bar was dim and crowded, full of pack members unwinding after a long day. I just needed to stop thinking about her face when Damon took her hand.
“Another one,” I told the bartender.
“Sir, maybe you should…”
“Another. One.”
He poured.
A hand landed on my shoulder.
“Well, well. Ashran Tranz drinking alone. Haven’t seen you around here in months. Where have you been hiding?”
Sophia Martinez. A very beautiful beta wolf. We hooked up a few times last year.
Before Selina.
“I’m not hiding ,” I said. “Just busy.”
“Too busy for fun?” She moved clos
