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JUDY’S POV The game between Chris and me was never about pain for its own sake. It was a blend of trust, power, and vulnerability. When he asked me if I was ready, my whole body started shaking in anticipation. I knew that we both would not stop this game. Why should we when I had started getting comfortable? Each encounter was an unspoken dialogue, where actions conveyed more than words ever could. The tools we used were not merely instruments; they were symbols—each one chosen with care, imbued with meaning, and wielded with precision.

Isabella poured another glass of whiskey, her fingers slightly unsteady as she leaned against the bar. The bottle was nearly empty, but she didn’t care. The warm burn in her throat and the dizzy haze in her mind made everything feel lighter, more distant. She tilted her head back, taking another long sip before setting the glass down with a heavy thud. "You know, Patrick," she slurred, her lips curling into a lazy smirk, "I think we make a good team. Don’t you?"

The aroma of the whiskey wafted up to greet me, and I took a slow, deliberate sip, relishing the familiar burn. As I swirled the whiskey in my glass, I couldn't help but think about the mess I had gotten myself into. The lies, the secrets, and the dangerous path I was treading weighed heavily on my conscience. But for now, all I could do was drown my doubts in the comforting embrace of alcohol. The bar's muted atmosphere, the low hum of conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses provided a temporary respite from the chaos of my life. I took another sip, the warmth of the whiskey spreading through my veins, momentarily numbing the guilt and fear that threatened to consume me.

Kian’s Pov The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled liquor, as I drowned my sorrows in the bitter embrace of alcohol. I held a bottle of whiskey, I had managed to like, after throwing a couple of other bottles against the wall for not meeting my expectations. Damn it! I have worked so hard over the years, I should have enough money to get good whiskey, why do you keep bringing these subpar ones to me?” I yelled to no one in particular.

’ Disdain drips from his words. Dropping my head in my hands, I attempt to drown out my wolf’s words as he spits more insults in my direction, looking for an opening so he can take control and claim our mate. My hand reaches over to grab the large glass of Whiskey that is almost empty to my right. After downing the drink in one swallow, I reach over to refill my glass to the brim, guzzling down the contents quickly.

The warriors were asleep, and the guards were rotating the last change-over of guards for the night shift. I slipped away into the woods and ran as fast as I could in human form. The wind whipped at my face as I stormed through the twilight forest. I pushed my body harder than I ever did in human form and I was surprised when I arrived at Winifred's cabin only three hours later.

Knight didn’t know the name of the bar he ended up in, only that it catered to the techie elite, business-oriented and political types, not your Average Joe or those in the military, and it had a solid selection of brand-name whiskey he’d been drinking like water for the past hour. Shame he didn’t feel anywhere close to drunk, but he rather thought he could make it to buzzed if he emptied another bottle or two of Macallan twenty-five years.

Dash POV Walking straight to the bar, I enter the restricted section only the bartenders are allowed and grab a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. The bartender looks at me and I can tell he wants to say something, but with the raise of one of my eyebrows, he can tell I am waiting for him to do it so I can fire him. I stand a few seconds waiting for him to protest while I bring the bottle to my lips and take a huge sip out of it.

He handed me a whiskey tumbler as he lifted the other to his lips while he grabbed one of the folders I wasn’t reviewing. “Fūck,” He muttered, making me look up at him. I shook my head at the face he made as I tried the whiskey myself. As soon as the dark liquid touched my tongue, I almost spat it right back out. “That’s not the limited-edition whiskey. No wonder numbers were low.” I scowled, throwing my glass cup against the wall. “Is that your thing now?” Edgardo chuckled as he scanned through the pages. “Throwing glass against the wall and shīt?”

“The way I see it, what Willow doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” My fingertips danced on her thigh. Her skin was so soft. “Right.” Shauna smirked. “Be right back.” I finished my drink. “Can I have another whiskey?” I asked. “Sure!” When she bent over to pour my glass, I saw down her dress. With the alcohol in my system, my blood was hot and I was horny as hell. I knew I had Shauna where I wanted her. Why play games? “So, I was a total dunce and didn’t actually turn on the oven. Dinner is about thirty minutes from being done now.”