Ninety four.

Damien’s POV

Weeks had turned into months. Being apart from Irina was slowly taking its toll on me. My anger levels were on the rise daily, pack members were beginning to fear me, others would make their excuses to get out of my company.

Ironically, the pack was calm, there was nothing going on and everything had returned to normal, except my mate wasn’t here.

Slamming the glass of vodka down, the glass shatters and I call the omegas to bring me more. They hurry in, one tries to clean up the glass without making eye contact with me, the other pours me another glass, her hands shaking, sloshing the liquid over the side.

“Watch, you stupid bitch!”

I practically rip the glass and the bottle from her hand, causing her to squeal as she hurried from the room.

“Stupid wimps” I mutter and shake my head

“Stop with the alcohol!” Aiden huffs at me, but I had no intentions of stopping, I needed to drown out the pain I felt, the anger that lived within me.

“You know as well as I do Aiden, we are f