Chapter 1428 – What A Mess

• Before me, surrounded by what looks like a dozen empty pizza boxes and at least six drained bottles of whiskey, Rafe is dead asleep on his belly, spread across my living room rug.
• “Oh my god,” Alvin whispers eagerly, his hands pressed to his mouth. “Is he dead?”
• “No he’s not dead,” I scold, giving my son a reproachful look as I stalk towards my mate’s brother. Inwardly, I pray that it’s not a lie. What the hell happened to this man?