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“Oh, I’m working—” I reminded him.

“Did I ask you if you were working? I don’t pay to drink alone.” He picked up a glass and handed it to me, and I shook my head.

“I’m working, sir. It’s my first night.”

“You’re working, who?” It was going to be a long-ass night if he kept talking to me like this.

“I’m working, Alpha. This is my first night. I don’t think I’m supposed to be drinking?—”

He threw a hundred-dollar bill and I watched it fall to the tray. “There’s more. Drink.”

I thought back to that night, the one where I was drugged, how I swore I wouldn’t drink so much as a sip of anything that didn’t come from my own bottle. But I was the one who poured this wine, right? So it was fine. I opened it and everything.

Gods, I wished I had poured smaller portions. I took a sip. It wasn’t horrible. I wasn’t a wine kind of guy, but the Alpha drank his down and barked, “Keep up.”

He reached to take the hundred-dollar bill back, and something in me snapped. I wasn’t going to get fired my first day, and I definitely wasn’t going to lose what I thought would probably be the grand total of my tips over a little wine.

And I downed my drink.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” He threw another hundred-dollar bill on the tray. “Grab yours.”

I went to reach for the glass, but missed. And I reached again, but missed. “I don’t understand what’s?—”

“Just relax.” He pushed me onto the couch. “Just relax and enjoy. You’re getting for free what most people have to pay for.”

And that’s when everything started getting so blurry that I had to close my eyes.

Fuck.

I was drugged. When had they slipped it into my drink? I hadn’t looked away for a second… except when I watched that stupid money land on the tray.

Double fuck.

I tried to get up. He pushed me down. I tried to get up again. At this point, I didn’t even know if I was up or not. I was flailing my arms, or at least trying to, when I heard my mate’s voice—just as everything went dark.

Dark.

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BOAZ

Gods, I had to get Keane away from that creep.

My shallow breathing rattled up my throat, my poor lungs acting like bellows being squeezed. My chest hurt, and I paused, weighing up whether my beast should tear the guy’s head off and take my skin in the middle of the club or if I should shoot him in the heart.

Neither option was keeping things on the downlow, but to heck with that. This was my mate. No one and nothing stood between him and me.

But someone wrenched me away from the VIP entrance. More than one someone.

My five brothers' faces resembled the sky before a thunderstorm.

“Don’t.” It was Maynard’s hand holding me back.

I tried to fling him off, but he and his wolf had strength I could only dream of.

“Let me go.” My teeth had been replaced by my beast’s canines. Fur, ears, tail, and muzzle would be next. I didn’t care if I lost my place in the pack, if I was outlawed and had to live the rest of my life in a cabin on a remote mountain.

None of it mattered, only that Keane was safe and he and I were together.

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