Chapter 41 A Candidate For Luna

Third Person POV

Finally, this haughty Alpha bent his noble head in mate pull. Every minute of every day, he couldn't stop thinking about Keira, and he was fully aware that no one could ever take her place.

He made his way back to the living room while sipping wine vigorously. His heart and throat burned as a result of the strong alcohol. Augustine went to take a shower after being a touch too heated.

With his hair still dripping and the water gleaming on his muscular pecs, Augustine emerged from the bathroom. Watermarks were left on the living room's marble floor by his bare feet. Droplets trickled into the bath towel and down his chiseled pecs. Sitting on the couch, Augustine began to think how they had got there, glanced at the rum that was next to the record player to hide his scent, and became so irate that he took up the scented stone on the table and crushed it. You know he was last year's hunting king.

Splash-

In addition to the scent of spirits, Augustine could stil