Chapter 87. Gaining a Wolf and a Mate

Genevieve’s POV

Giggling drunk teenagers, loud music and the atmosphere of happiness brought a smile to my face. I felt happy and content with just watching everyone.

"Are you drunk?" a voice asked. I looked up at him from the floor where I was crouched. I smiled.

"Of course I’m not drunk, Nolan. Can’t you tell a drunk person and someone who’s not drunk apart?" I asked.

"That’s what every drunk person says. They deny it. How many glasses did you drink?" he inquired.

"I’m not sure. How many glasses did I drink?" I scrunched up my nose and placed a hand on my temple in a thinking position.

"One, two, three…" I counted my fingers silently.

"You drank that much?" he asked in shock.

"Be quiet. Why did you interrupt me? I wasn’t done counting yet," I scolded slurring my words.

"Where’s Andrea? How could she let you drink like this?" he inquired, glan