Xander's POV
"Argh!" I growled when my phone started ringing yet again.
I wasn't ready to depart my fingers from the glass of booze but I also knew that if I didn't receive the call this time, he would continue calling me.
Heavily placing the glass of booze on the bar countertop, I harshly grabbed my phone and placed it on my ear.
"This has to be the fucking fifth or seventh time you are calling me. Don't you understand that I am busy?!" I blasted over my Beta, Benjamin, on the call.
From the other end, a trembling voice of my beta seeped into my ear.
"My Alpha! It's your wedding day. How can you be away from the pack house?"
I grunted in silence and slurred, "So, you called me for this! Benjamin, you better don't call me again. I am in a serious business right now."
I was about to cut the call but a stiff voice filled with rage from the other end caught my ear.
"What could be more important than your wedding, Xander?"
Of course, this man had to intervene. The only man who could address me, an Alpha by his name, my father, Mr. Jackson Walters.
My father snarled on the call, "Xander, I want you to fucking get back to the pack house right now."
His barking order unnerved me and I harshly disconnected the call. Tossing my phone aside, I got my hands back around the glass. I refilled it with the booze and chugged it down my system. This had to be the fifth bottle and I could feel the booze distorting my vision. But nevertheless, I kept on chugging it down.
I was burning in rage and I wanted something to calm me down. Nobody in my fucking pack house would appease me because everyone wanted to get me married to a feeble human girl, especially my father.
He was the one who brought that disgusting proposal of marrying me to a chick named Zara. I criticized his move. Come on, how could he marry a strong Alpha with a weak human? But he had his own explanation ready beforehand.
In the human world, a wife was a symbol that would make investors trust me. It was the most important judgement of whether a business would succeed or not. In short, a wife was a symbol of stability in my family.
His explanation made sense but I wasn't ready to choose a human as my mate for life. Despite my strict condemnation, my father held this wedding. Today was my wedding and I skipped it, rejecting the human bride that my father chose for me.
Since morning, I had been away from my pack house and sitting my ass in this bar amidst the forest. Unlike the usual nights, this bar was empty. I had reserved it completely because I just wanted some solace alone.
There wasn't a single bartender to serve me, that was how much of alone time I needed. But suddenly, I could hear someone's footfalls.
I turned around and I caught someone who was peeping at me from behind that wall. I quickly lifted my body that felt heavy as hell because of all the booze I had consumed tonight.
My vision was growing worse. But somehow, I managed to peep behind the wall. I caught a running figure. Though I couldn't see the exact figure, I knew who it could be. He was James, the Alpha heir of the Dark River Pack, my brutal enemy, the one who was jealous of me, of how I developed my pack stronger than his.
The only reason that could bring him to me was to attack me. I hurriedly sauntered out of the bar. I couldn't let this fucking bastard take advantage of me in this drunk and secluded state.
I walked up to the parking lot and I was about to get into my car but suddenly I could feel myself pressed down by a hefty arm around my neck holding a sharp knife.
"So, finally here you are, Mr. Xander Walters." A caliginous voice gushed into my ear.
He was James.
"Fucking coward! You don't have fucking strength to fight me in the arena and you choose to attack when I am drunk. Such a coward you are!" I said through my gritted teeth.