AUSTIN'S POV I sat on the couch next to my bed, lost in thoughts as I kept refilling my glass with the bottle of whiskey on the table in front of me. I reeked of alcohol, and thoughts of Megan filled my mind.Then, I gulped down the glass of whiskey again and again. My eyes were bloodshot and blurry, but I didn't stop. All these years, I never cared about how Megan felt. I looked at the files on the table, the Luna's supposed pack duties. The files had been there for so long. There was no 'Megan' to attend to it. I was still lost in my thoughts when a faint knock came on my door, followed by a creak that threw the door open. Alice walked into the room, then I glanced at her and turned my gaze back to my drink.“Austin, you reek of alcohol.” She stared at me with a squeezed face, but I looked away, still gulping down the content of the glass in my hand. “Destroying or drinking yourself to stupor over that woman is pointless. You deserve better. A better woman, a better Luna, and a b
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