POV. Kade

The whiskey burned, but it didn't extinguish anything. I drank to forget, and all it did was remind me. The bottle was already half empty, the glass stained with fingerprints and regret. The entire office smelled of loneliness and alcohol. The papers on the desk were just a facade—an Alpha trying to pretend he was still in control.

“You live on alcohol now.”

Tharion's voice sounded inside me, rough, tired, piercing me as always.

“Don't ...