The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: I Miss My Best Friend (Don’t Tell Anyone)

DRAKENFELL — GAMMA QUARTERS

Dexmon Drakenfell entered Gavriel Sterling’s chambers at two in the morning, carrying two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

The room was dim. Fire low. Gav was in his bed, breathing steadily, color returned, the dark veins gone.

His eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell. The bandage on his shoulder was still in place, and Dex didn’t know what was under it and didn’t look, because he was here to drink, and drinking required a focus he was unwilling to split.

He sat in the chair beside the bed. Set both glasses on the nightstand. Poured one. Poured the other.

He placed Gav’s glass beside the bed within arm’s reach, which was a gesture of optimism given that the arm in question belonged to a man who hadn’t moved voluntarily in over twelve hours.

Dex picked up his own glass. Held it up.

"To the Gamma." He drank. Set the glass down. Poured another.

"I am glad you are going to be okay," Dex said to the unconscious body. "Genuinely. Because finding another Gamma would require interviewing people, and I hate interviewing people, and you have ruined me for the position because every candidate would have to be compared to you, and the comparison would be unfair, and I would reject all of them, and then my father would lecture me about standards, and the whole thing would be exhausting."

He drank.

"Also, you are the only person in this castle who laughs at my jokes without checking to see if it is safe first. Everyone else looks at my face before they decide whether to laugh, like they are reading the room for political landmines. You just laugh. You have always just laughed. I never told you how much that matters, and I am telling you now while you are unconscious because doing it while you are awake would require eye contact, and I am a Drakenfell, and Drakenfells do feelings reluctantly, painfully, and with the full understanding that it is necessary and the full intention of never doing it again."

He took another drink.

"I need to tell you some things, because you have missed a truly spectacular amount of chaos and you deserve the summary."

He settled deeper into the chair.

"Your ex-fated mate is insane. I realize you already knew that. I certainly already knew that. But there is a difference between knowing it intellectually and watching a woman on an execution block roast every person in the courtyard, including me, including Fin, including my father, while her head was literally on the block."

He drank.

"Then a dragon fell out of the sky and bonded with her. So she is back in a cell."

He looked at Gav’s glass. Still full. Still untouched. Still waiting.

"You would have loved it. You would have stood there and said something that made the whole thing feel manageable, because that is what you do, Gavriel. You stand in the middle of catastrophic situations and make them survivable by being the person who says the thing nobody else is brave enough to say, and I have been in three catastrophic situations in the last twelve hours and you were in a bed for all of them and the absence was, frankly, noticeable."

His voice dropped.

"The truth is I miss my best friend."

He picked up the glass. The whiskey caught the firelight and held it.

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