Chapter 71: Never Trust a Cheater

There were many things that I hated about being a werewolf. The first was clearly the mate bond. I could happily live without that. The second was hiding a part of yourself from the world, even if that part of me had disappeared. Finally, the worst was I hated how difficult it was for me to get drunk and forget my worries.

Despite sitting in the bar all afternoon, chugging the best bottle of whiskey I could find. I was still sober. While Benji slurred and stuttered incoherent sentences. He wasn't unpleasant to be around. I had seen many bad drunks, but being the sober one, well, that's no fun at all.

It was then that I took Benji to my inner sanctum. Although he knew where I lived and had lingered in the entranceway to my penthouse. He never once entered. He was a good man who respected my privacy. Samuel wasn't at the door, but James was still in the lobby. He was lingering in the lobby like an unpleasant smell.

I linked my arm through Benji's and strode across the lobby like I owned