I think I want to get drunk too

NALEDI’S POV

I walked side by side with Caellum, who led us to the dinner table. I’d been informed that a couple of others would be joining us and I was petitioning to have my dinner in the confines of his room.

“Why can’t I? It’s not like I have a working relationship with them. They won’t even miss me on the table.” I complained yet again, dragging my feet.

For the first time, I felt my complaints were music to his ears. “You are a part of this pack, Naledi. If you are not in a good relationship with the people, then maybe you should quit trying to hole up in your room and take this as an opportunity to socialize.” He shrugged, “Who knows, you might make more friends before the end of the night.”

I wanted to say why would I need to make friends when I would be leaving anyway but I swallowed the words. Caellum was in a great mood, and so was I. Being freshly fucked, I really didn’t have the mental strength for a fight with my mate so I settled for the next best thing.