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#Chapter 237 – What a Mess

Before me, surrounded by what looks like a dozen empty pizza boxes and at least six drained bottles of

whiskey, Rafe is dead asleep on his belly, spread across my living room rug.

“Oh my god,” Alvin whispers eagerly, his hands pressed to his mouth. “Is he dead?”

“No he’s not dead,” I scold, giving my son a reproachful look as I stalk towards my mate’s brother.

Inwardly, I pray that it’s not a lie. What the hell happened to this man?

Ian is next to me as I kneel down beside Rafe, putting Archie down and looking closely at Rafe’s chest

face and back to make sure that he’s breathing. I give a little sigh of relief when I see that he’s not

dead, just completely passed out.

“He smells terrible,” Ian whispers, wrinkling his nose. Even Archie dashes away, eager to get away

from Rafe’s terrible stale whiskey breath. I study Rafe, seeing that his face is covered in several days-

worth of stubble and that he has dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s wrong with him?” Alvin asks, coming to peer at him as well, looking at his uncle like he’s a in

insect that’s very interesting precisely because of how gross it is.

“Uncle Rafe got into the whiskey,” I say, standing up and crossing my arms as I glare down at him.

Normally I wouldn’t care if I found someone passed out on my floor after a rough night of drinking – I’d

be more inclined to cover them up with a blanket and put a pillow under their head than scold them. But

Rafe hasn’t precisely been in my good graces lately, has he?

“Is whiskey bad?” Alvin asks, curious, looking up at me.

“Whiskey is gross,” I reply casually.

“But daddy drinks whiskey,” Ian points out, frowning up at me from his place crouched by Rafe’s side.

“Yeah well,” I consider, tilting my head to the side. “Daddy just drinks whiskey because he thinks it

makes him look manly. Secretly, he just wants a pina colada like the rest of us.”

“Hey,” Victor says from the door, frowning at me. “Do not lie to our children – whiskey is a rich and

complicated…”

But he forgets what he was saying as I step aside to give him a view of his brother passed out on the

floor.

“This one is yours to clean up,” I chirp, giving my mate a bright smile as I walk into the kitchen. As I go,

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Alvin kneels by his uncle’s side and pokes him experimentally in the cheek, fascinated when he doesn’t

move at all. Victor sighs, running his hand down his face as he walks into the living room, staring at his

brother.

I head for the fridge, wanting a glass of water, but I stop when I see a little note with our names on it

folded neatly on the kitchen table. I reach for it, curious, and flip it open.

Apologies –

I cannot stay in this home any longer. Master Rafe has become too much. Please understand that this

is not a reflection of my dedication to you and your family. Notify me upon your return so that I may

come back.

Affectionately,

Burton

I raise my eyebrows, placing the note back on the table where Victor will find it, and continue my

journey to the fridge. As I pour myself a cool glass of water, I consider that I’m not surprised that Burton

has left – he shouldn’t have to put up with his boss’s brother acting like an i***t. But it does make me

wonder how long this went on – Burton is not easily flustered. If Rafe really was too much, then how

long did…

I hear a groan from the living room and look to see that Victor has turned Rafe onto his back. The boys

giggle as Victor lightly slaps Rafe’s cheeks, trying to get him to come to. Alvin and Ian stand over them

both, fascinated and gleeful as they wait for Rafe to wake up.

I do nothing to stop them. If Rafe is embarrassed to appear so before his nephews, it’s no fault but his

own. Also, if Alvin and Ian learn a little lesson about what happens when you drink too much…well,

that’s all for the better.

Rafe groans again as Victor calls his name, pressing his eyes more tightly shut and turning his face

towards the floor.

“Uncle Rafe!” Alvin shouts, laughing above him. “Get up! You need a bath!”

Rafe seems to start at the sound of his nephew’s voice, and then his eyes flash open. I lean against my

kitchen counter, watching discreetly from a distance.

“Wha –“ he says, looking around at the three of them. “You’re –“

“We’re back,” Victor finishes for him. “And you’re a mess.”

Rafe groans and works to sit up, but then he falls on his back, his face turning a little green. “Oh my

god,” he murmurs, bringing a hand to his head. “I think I need a bucket…”

“He’s gonna blow!” Ian shrieks, making Rafe flinch. Both boys jump on the couch, laughing gleefully,

apparently trying to stay out of the splash zone.

Victor takes a step away from his brother. “What the hell Rafe?” he scolds, disappointed. “What

happened to you? We go away for a couple of weeks –“

“I thought you were dead, Victor,” Rafe insists, rolling onto his side to glare at his Alpha. “There was no

word from you – that Beta reported that you ran out of food –“

“And so what,” Victor scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. I smile to see him do it, admiring the way

it makes the muscles in his arms swell. “You had a complete meltdown? Decided to drink yourself to

death? And apparently threw a…” he looks around, confused, at all of the empty greasy boxes, “a pizza

party? What the hell, man?”

I sip my water calmly, pleased to see Rafe take his medicine a bit. He deserves far worse than a

scolding.

“I was mourning!” Rafe groans, putting his head back on the floor, clearly a little angry to be called out

and embarrassed to be found like this. “Don’t tell me how to mourn – you left me alone in this world –“

“And this was your reaction!” Victor starts to react a little. “To get wasted? Did even occur to you that

even if I was dead, that my sons might not be? That the next logical thing to do would be to go into the

woods and try to find them, to raise them so that they could inherit the pack? Or, even if you didn’t want

to do that, to – I don’t know – actually make some effort to run the pack yourself?”

Rafe doesn’t reply and instead turns back onto his belly, his face buried in the rug, clearly ashamed of

himself.

After a minute, Victor gives Rafe a not-too-gentle nudge with his foot. “Well?” he pushes, “what do you

have to say for yourself?”

Rafe says nothing and Ian giggles behind him on the couch. “Uncle Rafe’s gonna get grounded,” he

whispers loudly to Alvin. Alvin laughs gleefully back to his brother and Rafe turns his head a little to

glare at them.

Then, slowly, Rafe pushes himself up until he’s on his knees, looking down at his hands that are

pressed against his thighs. “You’re right, Victor,” he says, hanging his head. “As usual, you’re right. But

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I never expected to be scolded by you for this, because I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Well, now you have,” Victor snaps, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling. I can tell that

he’s over this conversation and very disappointed in his brother. “Get yourself together, Rafe. We’ve

got things to do, and I need you at top form.”

Frustrated, Victor heads towards the stairs, giving me a nod on the way. “I’m going to take a shower.

Will you be all right with this for a moment?”

I nod to him, giving him a little smile. He needs a minute to process this, I can tell, and I can hold down

the fort while he does.

As Victor disappears up the stairs, I saunter into the living room.

“Oh hey, Rafe!” I say loudly, too cheerfully, making him wince. I lean down to offer him my half-drunk

glass of water. “How ya doing?”

Rafe just grimaces, accepting the water but looking at it like he doesn’t want to put any liquid in his

mouth ever again. “Hey, Evelyn,” he murmurs. “Glad you’re not dying anymore.”

“Looks like you took over that role in the family,” I say, standing straight and raising my eyebrows.

Then, I look to my kids. “Okay, boys,” I call. “You’ve been dressed in those clothes for days – time for a

bath. Go upstairs and take them off. And then put them in a pile out in the hall. I’ll take them

somewhere to be cleaned or…I don’t know, burn them, I guess.”

The boys, delighted at this prospect, gasp and dash for the stairs, Ian starting to peel his shirt off as he

goes. I start after them, leaving Rafe alone, but he calls my name out as I walk away.

“Please,” he says to me, the water still clutched in one hand. “Have you – have you heard from

Bridgette? Is she okay?”

I study him for a moment and then turn back, crossing my arms as I do. “No,” I say carefully. “I haven’t

heard from her. But I’m guessing you haven’t either?”

He just shakes his head, letting it hang again. “She won’t…she won’t return my calls…”

“Good for her,” I quip, turning my back to him, not caring if I hurt his feelings. “You never deserve to

hear from her again. And she deserves better than a drunk who lies to her over and over again.”

I think I hear a little sob as I stalk away from him, following my family up the stairs. I try to not let his

pain sink into my heart, though. He’s caused too much of it to earn my pity now.

This is just karma biting him in the ass, and I’ve got other things on my mind.

To begin, the idea of Victor all naked and soapy in the shower. If I hurry, I can catch him in there before

he finishes up.

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