Logan POV
It took a shitload of alcohol, but I was finally drunk. Well, not drunk. More like tipsy.
Andrew came back from the bathroom. He sat down and picked up the bottle of whiskey that was on the table.
It was empty and useless. I needed a new one.
Andrew looked at the bottle and then up at me.
“Really?” he mumbled, raising an eyebrow at me.
“What would you do if your mate was on a f*****g date with another man?” I mumbled, turning around to find the waiter.
My eyes fell on Carter, and I felt relief wash over me.
“Carter!” I called him.
He looked at me immediately.
“Another one.” I said, turning back to Andrew.
“Yes, Alpha.” I heard Carter say.
“Humans have it so easy, man.” I sighed. “I had to drink three f*****g whiskey bottles just to get a little drunk, and I have to k
