Chapter 58 Miles

I have no clue what day it actually is now. I do the things in pack expected of me the best I can, avoiding most people as much as possible. But I escaped as soon as I could to have a drink. Quite simply, drinking has become a normal part of my routine, and I did not know what I would do without it now. But, the thing with being a werewolf was alcohol had little effect in small amounts. So, I had to drink larger amounts. And the more I drank, and my body adjusted to it, the more I had to drink to gain the same effect. This pack felt like nothing but a constant pressure upon my life I did not want.

Yet the power that came with it was too good to walk away from. That was the only thing stopping me from handing over my title to Ellis. He would likely make a better Alpha than me. He was more sensible. More kind and caring. More logical. And, of course, now he had the perfect fucking fated mate too. Me, on the other hand, had none of those things. And never would either.