55. Alpha Dex

I will murder whoever has just opened those wooden shutters. Letting the fiery sunlight in is the last thing my pounding head needs. I’ve managed what many considered practically impossible. A shifter getting so drunk they’ve got a monster hangover. Our ferociously quick shifter healing normally handles alcohol with ease.

However when you’re seething with betrayal and you hit litres of the stuff, you get a raging hangover. Silently I came up with some simple, easy to follow rules.

Every time I think of Kate in my bed, naked and sumptuously perfect, take a shot.

Every time I picture those strands of red silk in my hands, take a shot.

Every time I replayed our conversations, asking her who those clothes belonged to, at least five shots. It burned me how she had squirmed in my arms, even with my fingers deep inside her but saying nothing. She had just shivered with pleasure, her eyes flashing the most amazing silver and chuckled. “You know why I’m not telling you don’t you?”

“Why