••• Theo’s POV •••

“Pr-Prince Theodore... I think you should stop drinking,” the bartender stammered anxiously as he tried to stop me from drinking more Wishky.

“Who are you to deny me from drinking?! I am the Alpha Prince and you are just a fucking bartender! I’ll burn this whole damn place if you don't give me the whole bottle right now!”

I didn't fucking care about my image now. All I wanted was to brood and find solace in a bottle of Whisky.

The bartender was scared shitless by my roar and quickly placed a new bottle of whisky in front of me.

“Fuck off!” I dismissed him with...