Chapter Nine

Raul's point of view

Holy shit, my head hurts, when I finally pry my eyes open, I find myself lying on the floor in the living room,

"Oh, he is back in the land of the living", My wolf Dolph mutters angrily.

Shit, just how much did I have to drink? "I thought I would be fine with just a couple of glasses," I say to Dolph; he laughs as he replies,

"You are such an idiot, Raul. What on earth were you thinking? You know you can't tolerate alcohol the same way others can!"

I sigh loudly as I reply, "She seemed so happy when we finally sorted everything out; I didn't like to say no to her."

"But you know how it affects us; you're lucky we didn't expose our wolf to her, sneaking home like some thief and without Leah, what must Erin think of us? You find plenty of excuses for refusing to drink with your business partners. Why couldn't you find one for her? "Dolph says

"She is our mate, Dolph, one that I cannot say no to."

Dolph remains silent; he knows how hard it is to refus