#Chapter 445 – Rafe’s Secret

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