Cyrus I felt like doing something, and things never ended well whenever I did. I found myself driving toward the one place that always brought me comfort whenever I was in this state of madness. It didn't matter how long I stayed away; I always ended up going there. One way or another, it was an integral part of me, and if I hadn't become Alpha, I would've been a champion by now. I parked the car right outside the bar, which was named Road House. My hands were shaking a little out of pure agitation as I made my way inside. I pushed the doors open, and after going inside, they swung closed behind me. All eyes turned to look at me, but I refused to look at anyone in the face. I went straight to the bar. Charlotte, the bartender, gave me a look before smiling and saying, "Welcome, Alpha Cyrus. What can I get for you?""None of that shit, please," I said, knocking on the wooden bar with my knuckles in warning. "Get me something strong. Like old times."Charlotte nodded but eyed me wa
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