Whiskey Lullaby Meaning Novels & Stories

"You look like you have seen a ghost." I glanced at her before grabbing the bottle of whiskey on the side table and hissed in frustration. I poured myself a large glass and the liquid glistened in the low light. I gulped it down, the alcohol burning a trail down my throat. Layla's voice was soft but firm as she stated. "Whisky won't chase away nightmares." I poured another glass. " It'll do for now," I said Layla let out a sigh but chose to sit on the edge of my bed rather than go.

Loud wails of a newborn demanding its mother. Soft whispers at the back trying to calm the one who makes such high-pitched noise. A lullaby is being sung yet the pup pays no heed to it continuing to wail with all the pressure within its lungs. A wail that pains me. A wail that wakes me up from the darkness and pulls me back to light. My pup beckons me to acknowledge it's presence. My body sucked dry of energy and blood leaving me with nothing but a pile of bones.

Unable to sleep, Wade found himself wandering to the a bar where he would drink till drunk. Loud music blasted from the speakers, the DJ showed the middle finger to crowd and they roared wildly. Wade found a spot in the corner, ordered a shot of whiskey and dumped the liquor down his throat, feeling the burning sensation making its way to his stomach. Just what he needed after one heck of a day. Wade groaned, tilting his head back as he relished in the comforts of alcohol. He watched as everyone else were having fun while he was the only one alone.

The whiskey loosens something inside me, a raw honesty I rarely allow. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. I shouldn’t still feel this pull. But I do. And it’s killing me. At some point, the whiskey dulls the edges of my thoughts, blurring the memories until they bleed together. I’m not sure how much time passes—minutes, hours, I don’t know. The bottle is half-empty when I hear the soft click of the door opening. Lila. Her scent precedes her, floral and sweet but cloying in a way that makes Horace recoil. I don’t even lift my head as she enters, her footsteps soft as she crosses the room.

“What is important is what’s been going on here since I’ve been gone. Are those infants about to crawl out of that woman or not?” “Not quite yet,” my Beta says. “We had a bit of a scare, but she’s fine now with some rest. The pups should be just fine.” I grunt and head over to my wet bar. The maids keep all my bottles of fine whiskey underneath the bar where I can reach them, and I pour myself a glass. I pause for a moment watching the one-hundred-year-old liquid swirl around in the sparkling crystal before I gulp it down. Perfection. “Your Majesty?”

CANNON THE WHISKEY tasted like piss and for the fuck of it, I dunked down another glass. No cheap whiskey would ruin my night and certainly not the man seated on my couch blabbing about his wife and related marital issues because that’s just the thing, I was high like a teen on Valium.

I don’t stop until she’s completely calm. Soon she’s asleep again, peaceful, one tiny hand wrapped around my finger. The room settles into silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing. “What was that?” Jax asks softly. “A song my dad used to sing,” I whisper. “I don’t even know the words. Just the tune.” The color drains from his face so fast it scares me. “That’s an old pack lullaby,” he says, voice barely audible. “From the ancient bloodlines. How do you know it?”

"You look like you have seen a ghost." I glanced at her before grabbing the bottle of whiskey on the side table and hissed in frustration. I poured myself a large glass and the liquid glistened in the low light. I gulped it down, the alcohol burning a trail down my throat. Layla's voice was soft but firm as she stated. "Whisky won't chase away nightmares." I poured another glass. " It'll do for now," I said Layla let out a sigh but chose to sit on the edge of my bed rather than go.

Confused by that unusual request, Alexis' mother Inna asked: "Whiskey? What for?" "Oh... It's just that a few years ago a person told me that whiskey can relax you, so I thought King Alex might have some to make him feel better" Luka explained smiling mischievously: "For example, some evil alphas give whiskey to their omegas so they can do bad things to them in the forest..." "Luka!" Niurka said in alarm, hearing her son's bold words. But without pausing, looking Alexis in the eyes, Luka asked: "Do you think a little whiskey can relax you? It helped me a lot in the forest that time, so many years ago..."

The whiskey seemed to be playing tricks on his mind, bringing forth the one person he couldn't shake off his thoughts—Lily. The silence in the room was now oppressive, with only the sound of Lewis's breathing and the clinking of the glass breaking the stillness. He took another sip, the liquor burning his throat, but he welcomed the distraction. For a moment, it numbed the pain and the loneliness that had been haunting him.