POV: Markus
Markus woke up with a pounding headache.
His mouth felt dry.
His eyes burned.
For a few seconds, he stared at the ceiling, trying to remember how he ended up sleeping on the couch in his office.
Then everything came rushing back.
The festival.
Felicia.
The children.
The council meeting.
The mate bond.
The drinking.
The regret.
Markus groaned and sat up slowly.
Several empty bottles sat on the table nearby.
He rarely drank.
Now he remembered why.
His head felt like it had been hit by a truck.
A knock sounded on the door.
Before Markus could answer, the door opened.
Mason walked in.
The Beta looked at the empty bottles before raising an eyebrow.
“You look terrible.”
Markus rubbed his face.
“I feel terrible.”
Mason sat across from him.
For a moment, neith
