Zique rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, totally ignoring the nails hammering in his head, he had drunk a ton last night, more than just five bottles. He had drank until his stress turn into pain and his pain into anger. He was also aware of the stupidness he did right after too. He could’ve been killed if it weren’t for Gabe.

Somehow that man has always been the one to stop him from doing sh*t he shouldn’t and yet he was too stubborn to listen to him at times when he should.

Walking out of his room, he sighed, heading straight down to where Kiara was. His rut was still bothering him, it had been hard to not just come home and curl on the floor beside Kiara instead of drinking.

But three bottles in and he became numb even to the matebond. He had talked to the bartender as though the man was his best friend; told him things he wouldn’t have the pride to if he was sane, and had even begged him for advice.

He had been f*cking gone! Even as Gabe dragged him home, he was still trying to