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Casts 42

    <b>Chapter </b><b>42 </b>


    <b>Adrian’s </b>POV


    I strode across the tavern. My Alpha presence made conversations falter and heads turn <b>face </b>showed surprise and something like guilt.


    “Adrian! I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” she said.


    1 passed. Before I reached their table, Nadia blocked my path<b>. </b>Her


    <b>My </b>attention stayed on the scene behind her. Skye was barely recognizable. Her usual calm was gone, reced by something wild. Her silver hair hung messy around her flushed face <b>as </b>sheughed loudly. She swayed on her seat and almost fell before Ryder steadied her with both hands.


    <b>“</b>What’s going on here?” I asked, voice low but sharp..


    Nadia shifted uneasily. “It’s Ryder’s birthday. He turned eighteen yesterday. We just came out for a small celebration.” She pointed vaguely at their table. “Ryder dared Skye to try some wolf liquor. <b>He </b>said she wouldn’t. She insisted she was a bartender and could handle it. One sster, well, you see the result.”


    I clenched my jaw. Wolf liquor was made with rare herbs that affected werewolf metabolism. Normal alcohol did little to us, but wolf liquor intoxicated us.


    More importantly, it suppressed our ability to shift temporarily and dulled ourbat <b>reflexes</b><b>. </b>That is why warriors were strictly forbidden to drink it.


    “You are her training mentor,” I said sharply. “How could you let her drink wolf liquor<b>? </b>


    Nadia bristled. “She chose to drink it herself. I did not force her.<b>” </b>


    From the corner booth, Skye suddenly stood up, swaying dangerously. <b>“</b>Is that our Alpha<b>?</b><b>” </b>she called out loudly. “Adrian<b>! </b><b>Come </b>celebrate <b>with </b>us!<b>” </b><fnf6a9> Th?s chapter is updated by FιndNovel</fnf6a9>


    She tried to move around the table but stumbled. She knocked over an empty ss that rolled before Ryder caught it.


    <b>I </b>moved past Nadia toward their table. Ryder looked up at me with zed eyes and a lopsided grin.


    <b>“</b>Alpha!” he <b>slurred</b>. “Join us! One little drink will not hurt.”


    <b>I </b>grabbed his cor and pulled him to his feet in one swift move. “Wolf warriors are absolutely forbidden from drinking wolf liquor<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>growled. <b>“</b><b>You </b>broke pack discipline.”


    Skye’s handnded on my arm, warm through my shirt. “Adrian<b>,</b><b>” </b>she giggled, clearly drunk, “you <b>are </b><b>way </b>too <b>tense</b><b>. </b>Everyone is fine<b>. </b><b>You </b>should have a drink too and loosen up.”


    She leaned forward but lost her bnce and copsed against my chest. I caught her with one arm around her waist. The weight <b>of </b>her <b>soft </b>body against <b>me </b>sent heat rushing through my veins. Her breath brushed my neck, warm and sweet with the herbal wolf liquor <b>scent</b>.


    “I am taking you home,” <b>I </b>said firmly.


    “But I am not done drinking,” she protested, trying to turn back to the table. She stumbled again and knocked over another <b>ss</b>. Amber liquid spilled across the table.


    I made a quick decision. I bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She squealed in surprise thenughed breathlessly as her <b>silver </b>hair fell down.


    <b>“</b>Adrian<b>!</b><b>” </b>Nadia called after me.


    I turned, my expression leaving no room for argument. “You and Ryder will both report for disciplinary action tomorrow morning,<b>” </b><b>I </bmanded<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>As </b><b>his </b>superior, you are responsible for his conduct. Is this how you manage your team?”


    <b>I </b>did not wait for her answer. I pushed through the tavern doors into the cool desert night. Skye went quiet on my shoulder<b>, </b>though <b>I </b><b>felt </b><b>her </b><b>uneven </b>breathing against my back.


    <b>When </b><b>we </b>reached my SUV, <b>I </b>carefully lowered her into the back seat, arranging her so she would not <b>roll </b>off during <b>the </b>drive.


    <b>Chapter </b><b>42 </b>


    <b>The </b><b>trip </b><b>to </b><b>her </b><b>apartment </b>was <b>filled </b>with her incolierent mumbling<b>. </b>Sometimes the whispered tearfully. Other <b>Umes </b><b>she </b><bughed </b>madaniy then the <b>the </b><b>rearview </b><b>mirror</b><b>, </b>worried <b>she </b><b>might </b>get <b>sick</b><b>, </b>but she stayed sprawled out.


    <b>At </b><b>her </b><b>building</b>, <b>I </b>lifted her from the back seat, cradling her against my chest. Her head lolled against <b>my </b>shoulder, <b>lips </b>slightly parted<b>. </b>


    “<b>Skye</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>said gently, “I need your keys. Where are they?”


    She mumbled something I could not understand. Her pocket to find the keys<b>. </b>


    When <b>my </b>fingers brushed her thigh through the fabric,


    yes fluttered but did not fully open. After trying once more to wake her, I slid my <b>hand </b>into her


    I froze<b>, </b><b>my </b>body reacting instantly. Taking a deep breath


    she


    and giggled. “That tickles,” she said. Her body pressed closer <b>to </b>mine as she twisted.


    <b>Her </b>apartment was simple but neat. It reflected her organized <b>She </b>curled on her side with a soft sigh.


    yself, I carefully took out the keys and quickly unlocked her door…


    temporary home. I carried her to the bedroom and gently faid her down.


    She could not sleep in her clothes. The tight jeans and t–shirt would be ufortable and might restrict her breathing. I hesitated. Leaving her like that <b>felt </b>wrong. Undressing her crossed a boundary I was not sure about.


    Her well–being won. Moving as clinically as <b>possible</b>, I took off her boots first and <b>set </b>them by the bed. Then came the harder part<b>, </b>her jeans.


    I unbuttoned them and slowly slid the denim down her legs. My knuckles brushed her smooth skin <b>a </b><b>few </b><b>times</b><b>, </b>sending sparks through me.


    I held my breath as I lifted her slightly to pull the t–shirt over her head. Her silver hair fell <b>back </b>on the pillow<b>, </b>framing her flushed <b>face</b><b>. </b><b>She </by there in only simple cotton underwear. Her skin was pale and wless in the dim light.


    My throat tightened. I found arge t–shirt in her dresser and carefully put it on her <b>sleeping </b>body.


    Every second required all <b>my </b>self–control. I wanted to <b>kiss </b>her, touch her, feel her heat. I <b>even </b>wanted to mark <b>her</b><b>, </b>im her as <b>mine</b><b>. </b>


    I pulled the nkets <b>over </b>her and stepped back, heart pounding. She looked <b>so </b>vulnerable<b>. </b><b>Her </b>lips were parted slightly in <b>sleep</b><b>. </b>A <b>fierce </b>protective feeling rose inside me, beyond my Alpha duties.


    I had to leave immediately before I did something I would regret.


    I ced a ss of water on her nightstand, knowing she would need it when she woke. Then I turned and quickly left, locking the <b>door </b>behind <b>me</b>.


    The cool night air hit my heated skin as I went down to the parking lot. Skye<b>, </b>drunk like that, was <b>even </b><b>more </b><b>sensual </b>and irresistible than usual.


    Fuck. I had <b>never </b>lost control like this before.


    <b>I </b>started the engine and mmed on the elerator, hoping to <b>leave </b><b>my </b><b>restless </b><b>desire </b>far behind.


    Nadia is spying on people and trying to control everyone, I don’t like her
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