Chapter 35

Author Alpha Damien came back shortly after Nicole went to work. The heavy scent of expensive whiskey and stale cigar smoke clung to his clothes as he stumbled through the grand foyer of the Thornfang Pack mansion. His head throbbed with a familiar, dull ache—the kind that only came from too much bourbon and not enough sleep. Madelyn appeared instantly. “Alpha Damien,” she said, her voice laced with maternal concern, “how much did you drink last night? You smell like a distillery.” She reached for his leather jacket, her nose wrinkling at the potent mix of alcohol and lingering snow-and-cedar scent. Alpha Damien waved a dismissive hand, though the motion made his head spin. “Just a few drinks with Shaw. Nothing I can't handle.” His voice was rough, gravelly with fatigue. “I still have some of the hangover remedy I made for Luna Nicole this morning. Would you like a bowl?” Madelyn's tone was gentle but insistent. She knew better than anyone how stubborn her Alpha could be. He nodded, si