Chapter Forty-Seven

~LOGAN~

I looked around, but I couldn't see or detect any suspicious eyes staring at me. I shrugged it off and turned back to my drink. I'm starting to feel tipsy because I've had a countless number of bottles. I'm at the vip section and the waiter has been here more than ten times serving me sets of wine with high alcohol percent. I hate why as a werewolf, specifically as an Alpha it is hard to get drunk. I hope I can get hold of the substance my staff members added to the drink I had with them the other day. I want to get drunk so my head could rest from running wild with thoughts.

Few of the girls at the vip section were trying to get my attention. Fuck their shit. They are not even like my Amber. They are not sexy. They don't have her enchanting and beautiful eyes. Their faces are not cute like hers. Their hair is not long and silky like hers. They are fucking nothing like. I'm irritated with the way they are trying to get my attention. They repulse me.

I emptied more bottles of