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Of course, neither of them realized there would not be a later. “So, it is settled. While Lady Bluebird and I go to the castle, the rest of you will intercept the train that the prince will arrive home on. For now, let’s drink and eat our fill.” I steal Bear’s drink from his hand and take a sip of it. The bitter taste of the ale nearly had me spitting it back out. I don’t like regular alcohol. Much less the type in this book. However, Ravenhood regularly drinks ale with the men and women of her group.

"Stop pacing the floor. Come sit and drink with my wolf." I drop my body onto the leather furs, lifting the wooden cup he filled. The wine has a deep, blood-red color and a heavy, sweet scent that tells me it is highly potent. Alistair raises his own cup, clinking the wood against mine with a dull thud. "Let's drown our wolves tonight." "My beast cannot carry much alcohol," I warn him, taking a tiny sip. "I cannot get wasted in this room. My boots must return to Ember Hall early because Liora needs my scent to fall asleep."

“Water.” Aaron smirked, pulling a flask from his saddle. He passed it over. Alaric uncapped it, sniffed, and raised a brow. “Wine?” “Alcohol is water,” Aaron quipped dryly, “until whenever.” Alaric huffed a laugh, taking a long swallow before handing it back. “Now that’s a prince. An alcoholic with problems alcohol can’t solve… but we drink anyway.” The two shared the f aintest of smiles, then turned their eyes forward again, toward Selvane, toward war.

I asked, closing the menu book in my hand and placing it on the table. "Only a few drinks that have a high enough alcohol content can make the werewolf and Leykan feel the 'drunk' effect. Although the feeling of being drunk only lasts for a short period of time," he replied with a sigh and then closed his menu. "In the castle I keep a bottle of special liqueur from Estonia which is quite strong. But strangely last night the bottle just disappeared." His gaze that looks flat but the look in his eyes tells me he already knows who didit. I raised my hand to call the waiter to change the topic of our conversation as soon as possible.

I blurted out, still feeling intoxicated by all the beers I had today. “Phuff, why shouldn’t I be answering it??” He looked pissed. But I didn’t mind his anger, instead, I smiled at him, “Thank you.” He went quiet for a moment and then his eyes narrowed in awakening. “Are you drunk, Amy?? Did you consume alcohol??” “Is Beer considered as alcoh… hol…?” I tapped my chin thinking. “Yes, it is…” Came a dark reply from Derek. “Where is your friend? And tell me that you’re in your room, otherwise…” He started to scold me like an adult when unhappily I shut him up.

He even had one with him outside his bedchamber after the reception until I showed up. It's going to take more than presents and a night’s sleep to convince me that he is a different man. “Luna, try this,” one of the men, Percy, handed me a large mug filled with a milky coffee. “Don’t give her that. The Alpha will have a fit if he sees her drinking alcohol this early in the morning,” Maurice nudges his shoulder. “The lass is just an adult as of yesterday,” Cherum chuckles, brushing crumbs from the toast out of his beard. “I doubt she has tasted alcohol stronger than wine before.”

Minet gasped suddenly when she saw Rector, causing everyone to look at her and then to the cups in their hands, except Rex, who simply smiled. “Trust me child, I can guarantee if there were any unseemly additives to this beverage, Rex and myself would be the last to be affected, it now makes the story behind the appropriation of this liquor an even more tempting story, if you would enlighten us Rex?” Rector said with a smile, swishing the mead around his cup and then taking a short sip, closing his eyes to seemingly savour the taste. “Well, it came from Barbun, I don’t think he would be silly enough to do anything to the drink” Rex chuckled, joining Rector in taking a swig of his drink.

I reached inside the cooler for a bottle of beer—I lied. “I’ll take one,” Russell said. “No, this beer is powerful and not for everyone. It has a volume of 9.9 percent alcohol,” I said. “Why? Because it tastes somewhat sweet and a little bitter." “Yes. It has a flavor that is somewhat sweet and a little bitter, with a powerful alcohol bite. There’s a chance you’ll get drunk.” Russell glared at me and came charging after me. I was forcefully propelled, causing me to lose my balance and ultimately come crashing down onto the soft grains of the beach. Ryker and Claire burst into laughter together.

A celebratory drink was in order. "We did it," I said, clinking my mug with hers and downing the ale. It was just like how I remembered. The servants of the castle had often snuck me homemade ale they had made themselves. Sometimes having a drink was the only way to decompress from my uncle's insanity and treatment towards staff. "We did," Ember said, taking a sip of her water. "I can't believe it." I placed the ale back behind the dishes in the cupboard and gestured for Ember to follow me back.

"One drink will not kill you. You have survived an entire month working directly under the Ice Prince. You deserve to celebrate being alive, Alura. Drink!" Alura hesitated. She looked across the crowded noisy hall. Far in the distance, sitting at the head of the main table, was Lucius. He was wearing his usual black suit, looking completely bored and dangerously unapproachable as the other board members next to him were busy chatting. Alura let out an exhausted sigh. She grabbed the cold glass and took a sip. The beer was bitter, but it was freezing cold and surprisingly refreshing. The alcohol hit her stomach almost instantly, sending a fast, warm buzz straight up to her brain.