Chapter 0900

Rafe takes a deep breath after he swallows another gulp of whiskey, looking around at his family and friends who are mingling around the room on Ella's little drink break. God, but he was grateful for that. Every time Maryam opens her mouth he's terrified and his wolf is thrilled - just trying to balance the two conflicting states takes absolutely every ounce of his energy. He can hardly pay attention to anything else.

He glances down at his glass, thinking that the whiskey certainly is helping, the fuzz in his mind likewise keeping his wolf fuzzy. But he can't stay drunk his entire damn life. His eyes stray - as they keep doing - to where Maryam is standing with her father, chatting casually with Cora.

"You good?" Jackson asks, stepping close, sipping at his own glass of whiskey, half a sandwich in his hand.

Rafe smirks, looking between Jackson and the food. "How much do you have to eat?" he asks, laughing a little. "To get back to where you were, weight-wise?"

"Way more than this," Jackson murmurs, taking another big bite of the sandwich and seeming to swallow it whole. Rafe laughs. “But seriously, are you good?" Jackson repeats, his brows knitting together just slightly as he looks Rafe up and down.

Rafe frowns. "I'm fine. What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that Jesse and Ariel scampered out of here a little bit ago to talk about how weird you're being," Jackson murmurs, finishing his sandwich in one more big bite.

looking at him a bit askance. His mom quickly draws her gaze away, looking up at the ceiling, pretending she wasn't just staring worriedly at him. She smacks Dominic on the arm and he, too, stops

big Alpha next to him. "Does...does everyone

for another tray of sandwiches. "But only because you're being weird so...it's not really

closest door, which just happens to be the entrance to his parents' bedroom. "Where are we going!?" Jackson gasps. "Rafe, the food is in here

he could handle this. He pulls Jackson inside and then slams the door behind him. "What did you notice!" he barks out,

a fool -

she already hates him, how much worse is it going to be if he's also

step back and guarding his glass of whiskey like Rafe might knock it out of his

he

that Rafe was acting strange. Or

Rafe with wide eyes. "This is about Maryam? That.....that human girl? Dr.

his mind whirling for some sort of excuse, but

is just too fuzzy - he should have gone easier on the drinks

and

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