Unspoken desires

At Marcus's pack mansion, Alpha Marcus and his pack members returned, everyone dragging their feet in exhaustion. The festivities had clearly taken a toll. Asher, visibly inebriated, was leaning heavily on Lily, who was doing her best to guide him toward his room.

Kieran, meanwhile, had hoisted Seraphina over his shoulders, carrying her effortlessly since she was too tired to walk on her own. Seraphina giggled weakly, enjoying the ride but clearly drained from the day’s activities.

“Looks like you all had quite the time,” Zyra remarked with a low laugh as she strolled alongside Marcus, her hand brushing against his.

Marcus chuckled in response. “Yes, it seems we might have overdone it a bit. Asher never could hold his liquor. He starts spouting nonsense the moment he gets tipsy!”

Lily laughed, supporting Asher’s weight as he groaned loudly, his head lolling to one side. “You should have heard him earlier, Zyra. He was going on about how he could see double of everything.”

Asher let o