#Chapter 134: The Broken Alpha Returns

Kane's POV The bottle in my hand was empty again. I stared at the crystal tumbler sitting in front of me like it held answers to questions I couldn't even form anymore. When had I started drinking? This morning? Yesterday felt like a blur. Last week? Hell, the days had melted together since finally inheriting my parents' territory and becoming Alpha. A title that felt both long overdue and like something I didn’t deserve and could never even hope to live up to. My advisors had given up on me completely. They'd stopped scheduling meetings after I missed half of them and showed up drunk to the other half. The few times I did appear, I'd snarl at anyone who dared question my decisions. Or lack thereof. The territory was crumbling under my distracted leadership. Trade agreements sat unsigned on my desk, gathering dust like everything else in my life. Diplomatic messages piled up in neat stacks my secretary organized daily. Border disputes escalated because I couldn't focus o