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Sky

My brothers deem me as weak, Winter nearly went as far as to say I was an alcoholic or on my way fast to be one. Our uncle Kingsley was one. I don’t ever remember seeing him sober. He always had a bottle, not a glass, in his hand, and never a full one. It was as if he had the whole damn liquor store at the back of his car. He wouldn't even venture into our old house, without grabbing one from the trunk. He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. 

Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

He hardly lost his temper at anything, and part of me both envied and hated him for it at the same time. Husk had his cigars, and I drank to calm me down until the situation with Fagua was complete with her surrender. We all had our weaknesses, and I hated the idea that they seemed to act like mine was any worse than theirs. 

I had visions of us going up to the hotel room, her seeing us and thinking, three hot studs as she stripped down ready to please us. I didn’t think she would be chasing after the weasel who had broken the deal and fucking married her.

Bastard. What the hell was he thinking?

He was a two-timing shit. I’d known it from the moment I’d met him, but Husk said maybe we could use him to our benefit. I didn’t want to question how he came to the conclusion a gambler would be a good person to trust. I was surprised that she still wore the bracelet. I’d half-expected him to pawn it. We gave it to him to help her escape her small town. Gamblers are worse than drug addicts. At least, an addict’s always looking for their next fix, so all you need to do is tell them to do something and they wouldn’t step outside the box because they wanted their fix. Gamblers are sneaky bastards. They’ll do anything and con anyone out of money just so they can gamble some more. They don’t care who they hurt, which is why I crossed the line with Keith. My temper got the best of me, and I beat the shit out of him, nearly leaving him for dead. The fucker threatened to take Fagua from us. Demanded triple the agreed-to price. How he’d tell the world about us and how we paid him to bring her to him.

My brothers didn’t need to know about that. I’d taken care of it by dumping his ass at the hospital. I waited around to ensure he was stable. Once I had it confirmed, then I left. And the chance Fagua would find out the truth would never happen. Even without that information, it was going to be tough convincing her to trust us in the first place.

Impossible.

If she found out this was all staged, then she’d be running out of the door. Flying probably, if she had wings! There would be no keeping her, no matter how hard we would try. We needed her to be willing otherwise it would all fall to the shits, and all our efforts would be in vain.

For now, our focus would be on keeping her happy. I would need my wolf strength to do that. I would have to give up drinking to be a better brother and man. I couldn’t go on like this, pretending being an alpha and wolf was enough to get me by, because it wasn’t. I could end up destroying the family, and even worse end up destroying my life.