Despite Mariah's reassurance, Tristan still finds it hard to stay calm. While everyone was celebrating the victory of the pack's warriors. He stood at a corner and kept waiting.
"Take this". Mariah came to him with a glass of red wine and he looked at it with a distasteful glance before shaking his head.
"Keep yourself occupied before he returns, that is the best way to go about it". She said cheerfully and playfully poked at him until he accepted it.
When the Alpha returned hours later, everyone in the living room and about the pack house were drunk to the brim.
He wasn't surprised and smiled in indulgence until he spotted a swaying Tristan at a corner as he rested on the wall with his eyes closed.
Mariah was sprawled on the floor beside him, passed out cold from the alcohol.
"What did you do?" Alpha Mitch asked in a whisper as he lifted his face with a finger. He studied his flushed face with a slight shake of his head.
