Chap-26*She Wants Pleasure.*

Enzo’s POV: The night had arrived, and we hadn't seen Atticus the whole day. After the incident happened, he stormed off. "He is not responding to me," Rosalie pouted, holding alcohol in one hand and her phone in the other. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for hours. I had to take her out and bring her to the mountains, where we three always meet and drink. "I have left him a message to come meet us here," I said, watching Rosalie let out a bitter laugh and then chug straight from the bottle. "Maybe you should tone it down a bit," I suggested as her small sip turned into a chugging competition. "I have to be drunk to see him. You know he's mad at me, right? He's angry with me because I poured that coffee on his mate. The same mate who doesn't give a shit about him." She laughed through tears and shook her head. Seeing Rosalie like that was difficult for me. I had a crush on her from a very young age. I always thought I would grow up and feel a mate bond with her. There were ti