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“I like the idea of the dietician. We’ll do that. But—I wondered if you had any resources in the hospital for cardiac rehab patients who have a drinking problem. Because part of the issue here is that he doesn’t want to go to his sessions when he’s got the headache and indigestion, he has every morning. I’ve tried clearing out all the booze in the house, believe me.” “You can’t make him quit,” she said, not unkindly, “there’s no one sneakier than an addict. I’ll have the nurse give you the contact info for the Al-Anon group that meets on Tuesdays. But, Mr. Winters, this seems to be the root of the problem,” she said. “A man can’t have a drink every now and then? This is a bunch of bullshit,”

In the four Alphas of the underworld, they have a leader in their clan. They also have their own power to defend their class. They were specified as class D, C, B, and A. The D were level as one to twenty five (1-25). This level is very weak and this group classifications were not hardworking instead they are just contented with their level. The C were level as twenty-six to fifty (26-50). This level is at the middle and this group were already happy on that classification level since they don't want to gamble for their lives.

Finn stepped down from the stairs. He kissed Noah on the cheek before washing his hands. Noah chuckled, but still poured me another glass. I took it and throwing it back again. I did the same. Finn narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t realize you were the first one who became an alcoholic.” “I have a high tolerance.” Finn snored. “Right. I’m sure. All the same, you get too drunk, we will kick you out. Alpha or not. Werewolf or not.” My eyes narrowed, and I shook my head. “I’d like to see the both of you try.”

Some are sitting by the swimming pool playing truth or dare games while others are…kissing, touching and making out. I sip on my red cup which is halfway full with sparkling water and lime. It's not that I don't want to drink. There's a reason why I’m not that much into alcoholic stuff. I won't lie, I have tasted wine, maybe once or twice. The reason why I'm not that much into alcohol is because of what happened to uncle James. We almost lost him to alcoholism. When he encountered the career ending injury, he immersed himself into alcohol to forget about everything. And one day when he was wasted and driving, he bumped into a tree but thankfully…he didn't get life threatening injuries apart

She asked and he quietly took the seat opposite her. Angela served herself some steak and salad, while Luca filled his plate with almost everything. He must be starving. He poured some wine for himself and juice for her, causing her to frown. "I can drink too," she said. "You are not good with alcohol," he said. "Says the one who-" She abruptly sealed her lips, dropping her gaze feeling awkward. Silence prevailed around them before he cleared his throat. "It takes at least two to three bottles of alcohol for me to lose my mind," he said.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

My how history had a way of repeating itself. She made her way to the bar. Perhaps she could just trick her body by drinking non-alcoholic beer. Like a fucking placebo effect. It was crazy to think some people actually drank beer for the taste of the shit, because non-alcoholic beer seemed to be pointless. She made sure none of her coworkers were watching as she slid her money chip through the reader and filled her glass from the tap. She certainly didn’t want rumors to be spreading through the club that she might be knocked up.

" Gideon smiled at what Zion said. Of course, he understood it so well that he was ashamed. He could not deny Zion's words because it's true. Some of their colleagues laughed. "If you are an alcoholic, don't go to bars where there's a lot of liquors or attend parties when you know that there will be a lot of drinking there. Or if you are a porn addict, don't go to websites where there are a lot of lustful contents. Why would you cry out to God saying, 'God, the enemy is tempting me! Help me get out of it! ', When in the first place it's you who put yourself right in the face of temptation?

Charlie's POV My alarm went off and I rubbed my eyes, how many other seventeen year olds woke up at 4am every day I wondered and rolled out of bed, I pulled on my sweats ready to clean before school started and walked out my bedroom whilst tying my black hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t be in the way. As soon as I left my room I could smell the stench of beer and cigarettes already, I hated it but that was what my life was like living with addicts for parents. Just one more week and I could get out of here although I had nowhere to go.

“That still doesn’t explain why you are here.” “Join me for a drink, Alpha. You could use some time off from work.” Until now, I hadn’t even considered whether drinking ‘unspiked’ alcohol might take my mind off things. I was committed to ending my addiction to wolfsbane, but that didn’t mean I had to stop drinking. Maybe the hard liquor could still offer me some of the numbness it once did.