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“If he follows me to the pub is he going to kill joe?”
Dad looks at him and then back at me shaking his head
“Nope HE won’t kill anyone”
“What does that mean? Who kills who? Is it that blond bimbo? See if he hired her any way I’m firing the b***h”
“Oh no don't you worry I think she got the message after you almost fed her to the wolves”
“Who are we talking about?”
Branson asks
“None of your beeswax, well if you're coming your driving”
I snap taking a swig of tequila and I leave the house, he follows after me and again he doesn’t have to work half as hard as I do to get from a-b
“You can’t kill him, promise you won’t?”
He sticks his pinky out at me, I roll my eyes but take it anyway
“Better safe than sorry I suppose”
Karma ponders as she sits with her head in her hands watching him with her tongue out.
“I won’t kill him unless he tries to kiss you, then you can deal with Bronx”
I roll my eyes, and I jump into the passenger side of the car, I open the window and light up a smoke
“Who said you can smoke in my car”
He snaps
“Who said you can come out with me tonight?”
I snap back. He puffs out a breath putting on his seatbelt
“Seatbelt”
He scolds,
“Oh for heaven's sake”
I close the belt around me and look out the window.
“So other than this joe, who do you hang out with?”
I shrug
“No one, I normally just go drinking until I pass out, everyone else is too afraid of me, joe usually drives me home but other than that I Don't have anyone but my parents”
He nods
“Yeah people fear me too”
He answers. I direct him to the bar and we pull up outside it, I climb out and wait for him to follow. I was nervous to be here with him, everyone was already giving us looks, fear on their faces as we wandered inside. I roll my eyes as people split, afraid to even touch us.
Nobody was at the bar so I jump into the back bar and grab 2 jars and I look back at Branson
“What you want?”
He smirks at me
“I’ll have a whiskey”
I nod, grabbing a half-empty bottle and a glass
“You want ice?”
He shakes his head, I place the bottle and glass in front of him and I take my jars to my spot at the bar.
“Grab me a jar when your back there Princess”
One of the regulars calls, I nod grabbing him one and I slide it across the bar
“Anyone else while I’m here?”
A few people put up their hands so I give them all their usuals. As they go to pay I shake my head writing on the notepad that I covered their drinks
“It’s on me, enjoy”
I jump back out and take my seat as Branson sits beside me.
“I don’t like the way they call you princess”
He says screwing up his nose, I shrug
“Dad thinks it’s disrespectful too but what else can they really call me? They can’t use my first name or second for that matter, I’m not Luna so there isn’t much they can call me and let’s face it they aren’t trying to be disrespectful”
He nods just as benny rounds the corner, he smiles at me but then his face falls when he sees Branson.
“Holy f**k you're the werewolf king”
Everyone stops what they are doing to look at us, Branson’s face flushes and something inside me stirs, annoyed that they would all look at him like he’s the most terrifying thing to ever walk the earth.
“Oh please lift your gobs off the floor and move the f**k on”
Karma felt the same, protective as they all awkwardly look away but secretly look back at us. I roll my eyes and look to Branson who’s smirking
“Ignore them”
I down half my jar and wipe my mouth
“Slow down”
“Why? I’m only drinking so I can pass out, the faster I drink the faster I sleep and I want to sleep”
“You don’t sleep?”
He asks frowning as he refills his glass
“Nope, I pass out, I wake up, I work, I drink, I pass out, I wake up and repeat. I might get 2-3 hours a night if I’m lucky”
He looks genuinely surprised
“So that’s why you drink?”
“Yeah, that and the nightmares but now that I have my memories back they will hopefully stop”
“What nightmares”
He watches his glass as he swirls the brown liquid around inside
“About the pain, or sorry no, it’s real pain, like I’m back in those moments where they hug you”
His hands stop and he looks up, genuine regret was all over his features, he swallows deeply looking into my eyes, and my stomach sinks at just the thought of that pain. But what hurts more is why they hugged him.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I was so so stupid when I was young. I made so many mistakes”
I nod my head in agreement, chewing my lip, I didn’t want to talk about the deep s**t right now, I needed to lighten the mood.
“We all make mistakes, you f****d your way through life while I drink until I pass out but not before doing something stupid, like just the other day I tried to do a strip tease on that table”
His face screws up making karma laugh in my head
“And last week I was trying to get up on that table to dance but I fell asleep mid-climb and ended with my face on the table and my a*s in the air until joe realised and carried me home”
He shakes his head chuckling
“And one time one of those losers wrote on my head when I was asleep ‘if lost return to the pub’ bastards put a p***s on my head with permanent marker, I had a meeting the next morning with the government officials. Dad laughed so hard because it wouldn’t come off No Matter what I did”
This time he snorts and laughs
“Don’t forget the time you tried to teach the entire bar to river dance!”
Joe says from behind me making me jump with a squeak
“f**k joe you nearly gave me heart failure”
I grasp my heart as he laughs, going behind the bar. He nods at Branson who had stopped laughing and he was looking him over.
“Your highness? Or alpha? No that’s not right either, what do I call you”
Branson was busy studying him, karma pushes forward, waiting on his reaction
“Alpha is fine, if alpha Mcgregor is here you can call me alpha moon”
He nods putting his hand out to him to shake it, poor joe had no idea who he was talking to. Branson takes it, shaking it quickly.
“So how’s the head today?”
He asks me. I shrug
“The same as everyday”
“Well, what emergency did you leave for? Was everything ok?”
“Oh jeez why is he still talking”
Karma panics, going back and forth in my head
“My mate was pretty pissed you kissed me, so he arrived and acted like a d**k, tried to take me against my own free will until dad threatened him and then he told me I have a week to get ready because I’ll be moving in with the arsehole then”
Branson c***s his eyebrow in the air as he watches me, I smirk enjoying the process of making him uncomfortable
“What a d**k. It was a pity kiss, no offence but you're not my kind of lady, I like mine to be feminine and to come with at least a little grace”
I snort and laugh, flipping him the bird
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