Revenge to the Alpha Mate novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Chapter 276

Lex’s Perspective

The burning haze from the whiskey clashed with the cold night air, turning into a dull throbbing at my temples and a deeper, gnawing agitation. I’d left Marta’s bar without calling a car, wanting to walk, to let the cold wind scour away the sting of Aurora’s sharp words and the... self-doubt they’d stirred.

What did she know? She had no idea what it was like, positioned where I was, under that constant weight of scrutiny. Father seemed to give me space, but he was observing every meeting, every decision. The uncles all had their own agendas.

There was so much to learn. Pack history, diplomatic games, resource management, threat assessment... and how to be a competent, even exceptional Alpha who could lead the pack through increasingly uncertain times.

And my sister? All she wanted was to break every chain, prove herself through danger.

Brett was even more ridiculous, wanting to pal around with rogues, fantasizing about some new order!

They thought I was rigid, arrogant, a "kid." But their reckless impulsiveness was the real immaturity!

The alcohol churned these thoughts, feeding the suppressed anger and resentment. I walked aimlessly down dimly lit streets, eventually finding myself near the edges of pack territory, close to the community rehab center the family funded (where Brett and the others probably were).

Then I heard it. Familiar, raucous laughter that grated on my nerves tonight.

Rounding a corner, I saw three figures under the stark fluorescent light of a closed convenience store’s awning. Brett, Scarface, and that young rogue, Luka. Brett’s arm was still in a sling, but he looked healthy, talking to the other two with a wide, unrestrained grin I hadn’t seen on him in ages—a wild, carefree smile. Scarface leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Luka was gesturing animatedly, apparently telling some funny story.

They looked... relaxed. At ease. Like three teenagers skipping class, not werewolves who’d just escaped mortal danger with a knife still hanging over their heads.

A hot wave of anger surged up, crashing over me. All my anxiety, my pressure, my deep-seated disgust for "irresponsibility" suddenly found its perfect target.

"Brett!" I strode forward, my voice distorted by anger and drink.

All three turned. Brett’s smile vanished, replaced by wariness and coldness. Scarface’s eyes sharpened. Luka took an instinctive half-step back, positioning himself slightly behind Brett.

"This is how you recover?" I stopped a few paces away, my gaze icy as it swept over them. "Hanging out with these... strays, wandering the streets this late? You think this is fun? ’Free’?"

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