Alpha Asher
He smirked down at me, the spitting image of Asher, only with messier hair and crystal blue eyes.
The lights in the hallway were bright, making my eyes ache, but I could still smell the alcohol that wafted off of Brandon in waves. Rich amber and notes of thick honey, definitely some kind of whiskey. He wasn't piss drunk, not by far, but he had consumed more than enough to affect your average male wolf.
"Just mumbling about a dream I had." I said a bit harsher than I meant, but he was blocking the bathroom door with his frame.
Both Claire and Killian had agreed it was better not to tell Brandon the truth. At least, not until the big announcement. Apparently, the man couldn’t keep a secret to
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