20: Grieving with guilt

Alpha Caden

"Dad, you there?" Lucas said through the mind-link just when I came down from my high. Fuck.

"Yes yes. I'll be down in a sec." I murmur in the best gruff voice I could muster though I don't have to use my voice. Shit, this is the worst timing ever.

Hastily standing up from the bed, I quickly changed my sweatpants since the other one was ruined. I thoroughly washed my hand so he won't smell the whole thing then add whiskey just to make the process much easier. Fuck, I didn't expect Lucas to stop by the mansion. At least not today since he knew I was mourning. Or doesn't he know that? Isn't he supposed to be mourning his mother too?

I stepped out of the room and made my way down the stairs to the living room where the mind-link is directing me towards. The dim light revealed Lucas, shoulders slouched, staring into the amber liquid in his glass. The air seemed heavy with grief and uncertainty. Even from behind I know he looks very disheveled and he misses his mother a lot.