Asher's POV

I still sat on the floor of my room, looking and feeling miserable, worthless and tired. I had to apologize to her again. I had to find a way to talk to her and make her somehow forgive me.

I took another sip of the vodka beside me. At this point, I did not know of the mixture of vodka and whiskey was lethal, but I did not care. My body system as an alpha wolf would probably protect me if the mixture turned out to be unhealthy, but I really did not care.

I did not care if I lived or died. I just wanted Natalie to...