Sobering up

Atlas

I have been drunk for two days. Being no help to my entire pack, I was the Alpha for crying out loud, and I couldn't manage to care enough to lead. I was sleeping on the couch when suddenly I woke just now from Liam and Letha, who stuck me under the cold spray of the shower. I feel like my soul left my body when the water started pelting my body. I sat up like I was ODing, and someone stuck adrenalin in my heart.

I shoot them a glare, "what the fuck?" I yell at them both, reaching for the faucet handle and struggling to get the damn thing turned off.

Letha turns and looks at Liam, "I got it from here if you want to go. I will call you after." She says as she throws a towel at my head.

She puts a set of clothes on the vanity and a cup of coffee on the tub's edge. "Finish that, get dressed, and we will have a sit-down talk."

"I am a grown-ass man, Letha! Let me alone. I can handle it myself!" I shout at her, not wanting to admit that she is right. I was an alpha that needed to be