Chapter 43
Enzo’s POV
“You know, Enzo. You aren’t a bad drinking partner,” Alpha John said with a drunken slur as he pped
me on the back of my shoulder. I could smell the whisky on his breath, and it made me cringe.
I’ve only had a couple of beers, so I was far from drunk. But I couldn’t say the same for the other
Alphas.
The only other one that had his shit together was Bastien. He didn’t want to return to Selenepletely
wasted and I respected that about him. He loved his family, and he loved his work; he didn’t let the
other Alpha convince him to drink more than he wanted, and I did the same, despite them trying.
“Enzo, when are you finally going to meet your mate and get married?” Alpha John murmured while
peering over at me. “You know it’s hard to run a pack without a proper luna.”
There was no way in hell I would tell them about L. I wasn’t even sure if there was anything to say.
We
only kissed; nothing more happened between us. Besides, getting close to her would only put her in
danger. I couldn’t do that to her.
I remained silent.
“You’re embarrassing him,” another Alphaughed. “Look at how red his face is. There must be
something he isn’t telling us.”
The Alphas fell silent, even Bastien was staring at me curiously for a moment. Once it was obvious that
I
wasn’t going to answer their questions, Alpha John spoke again.
“Get my man a shot of tequ!” John shouted to the bartender who looked at John with a deepened
and disgusted frown.
“I’m all set on the shot,” I said, meeting the bartender’s eyes who nodded in understanding. “I should
honestly get going. I have some things to do in the morning.”
“Oh,e on, Enzo! We never get you toe out with us. Stay for another round,” another Alpha
hupped.
I didn’t want to hang around these drunks anymore.
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“He doesn’t have to stay if he doesn’t want to,” Bastien said firmly. “In fact, I’m thinking we should all
get home to our packs.”
“Party poopers,” Alpha John muttered as he took yet another shot of whisky.
“We are responsible,” Bastien shot back, but there was a yfulness in his tone. “Have a good night,
Enzo,” he added, turning to me, and giving me a quick wink.
I thanked him before leaving.
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L’s POV
The next morning.
“We don’t typically have school dances, L,” Mrs. Laurence, head of the board, said, peering up at me
from her desk in her office. “We don’t have the funding or the support for it.”
“I just think it would be a good opportunity to bring the students together as amunity. We could
use something to get our minds off schoolwork and just have a little fun.”
“I’m not saying I don’t agree with you. But we don’t have the funding or support. I also don’t have time
to n out a school dance. A lot of work goes into something like that.”
“What if you didn’t have to do anything?” I asked; an idea circling my brain.
She rose her brows as she met my eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I could n out this school dance myself and I could get the funding and the support necessary for it,”
I told her.
It was a lot of work, but it would be worth it.
Mrs. Laurence stared around my face for a short while; processing what I had just said.
“I’m not sure it’s something you should do on your own,” she finally said, but she didn’t sound
At first, I didn’t notice him. I was too busy trying to figure out how to approach Dee. I would probably
need to speak to Enzo first, so he’s not blindsided.
We hadn’t talked since our moment in the bathroom and the memory made my face feel warm and my
heartbeat quickly.
I paused when I noticed Brody was still there and he was watching me.
“Oh, I thought you had left,” I said, giving him a kind smile.
Brody was also very kind to me; I wouldn’t say he was my friend. In fact, he was more Scott’s friend
than
mine. But he was gentle and sweet. For someone who was a jock, he didn’t have a mean bone in his
body, and he kept his grades up so he could stay on the team. He was a straight-A student and excels
at almost everything he does.
I respect him for that.
“No,” Brody said, rubbing his hands behind his neck and ncing at the ground. “I actually wanted to
talk to you.” He gave himself an awkward and nervousugh.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked, raising my brows. “You aren’t changing your mind about the
committee, are you?”
“No,” he said a little too quickly. “I like themittee very much.”
“Oh, good,” I breathed out in relief. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
He seemingly swallowed a lump in his throat as he stepped closer to me.
“The school dance,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
I stood frozen.
“Okay?” I urged him to continue.
“I was wondering… if maybe… you wanted to go with me to the school dance?” He finally got the
words
out of his mouth. “As my date…