hapter 60: Drunken Alpha Kissed Her
Chapter 60: Drunken Alpha Kissed Her
(Aria’s POV)
“Did he confess to you?” Olivia asked again, her eyes wide with excitement.
“No! Of course not,” I denied quickly, feeling my wolf whimper softly within me at the very thought. “How is that even possible?”
Olivia leaned forward, her dinner completely forgotten. “Then how do you know he likes you?”
The memory of that moment in the car flashed through my mind–Dominic’s intense silver–gray eyes watching me while I pretended to sleep, his gentle fingers caressing my cheek. The warmth of his touch had sent electricity through me, awakening something I didn’t want to acknowledge.
I felt my ears growing hot with the memory.
“Look at you, you’re blushing!” Olivia teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Something definitely happened!”
hurriedly reached out to grab her
conversation here.”
Band, stopping her before she could continue. “Enough! I’m trying to have a serious
“This is serious!” Olivia captured my hand in intuition was right! I knew it!”
She looked so pleased with
her expression turning triumphant. “I told you Dominic must like
you, and my
herself that I almost hated to burst her bubble.
“It’s impossible for me and him,” I insisted, pulling my hand away.
“Why is it impossible?” Olivia questioned, frowning. “He’s a single, unmated Alpha, and you’re severing your mate bond. It’s perfect timing!”
I shook my head, running a hand over my slightly rounded belly. “He’s a single, unmated Alpha, and I’m severing my mate bond and pregnant. What’s more, with Dominic’s family background, how could he take a she–wolf who’s severing her mate bond? Not to mention, I’m pregnant with Alexander’s pup now.”
The excitement on Olivia’s face collapsed as reality set in. Her shoulders slumped visibly.
“That kind of desperate love only happens in human movies,” I continued softly. “How many werewolves truly find unwavering love? The phrase ‘well–matched‘ cuts off more than half of potential mates.”
“But his family seemed to accept you-”
“Besides,” I interrupted, “I just want to give birth to this pup and raise it. I don’t want to think about other things right now.”
Olivia sighed heavily, defeated by my logic. “Okay…”
She pushed her food around on her plate, her brows drawing together as her thoughts turned darker. Suddenly, she slammed her fork down.
“It’s all that scumbag Alexander’s fault!” she declared angrily.
I shook my head and smiled bitterly. “No one can be blamed for this situation.”
If I really had to blame someone, I could only blame myself for being blind and falling in love with Alexander in the first place.
The thought triggered a memory I hadn’t revisited in years. I was sixteen, attending pack training at the Neutral Grounds with other young wolves. I had unexpectedly entered my first moon cycle that day, and my scent was suddenly overwhelming- drawing unwanted attention from the young male wolves around me.
I had been at a complete loss, unsure how to handle the situation, when suddenly a pack jacket was thrown over my shoulders, blocking my exposed scent. I remember looking down at the collar, where “Alexander Reed” was neatly embroidered in silver thread.
That jacket saved me from harassment and preserved my sensitive young wolf’s dignity. After washing it carefully, I returned it to Alexander personally, thanking him for his kindness.
He had merely nodded indifferently and walked away with the jacket tucked under his arm. But it was too late–my wolf, just
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beginning to recognize potential mates, had already decided he was the one.
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From that moment on, I had fallen in love and couldn’t extricate myself. Looking back now, I wondered if perhaps I had been wrong from the beginning. I should have simply repaid the kindness in my heart without spending half my life devoted to him.
It was a pity I only understood this truth now.
“Earth to Aria,” Olivia waved her hand in front of my face. “Where did you go just now?”
I blinked, pushing away the memories. “Nowhere important. Just thinking about the past.”
“Well, stop it. The past is a waste of time,” Olivia declared firmly. “So, you’re really going to move out? Even though it means giving up this luxurious apartment?”
I nodded, my decision made. “First thing tomorrow, I’ll tell Dominic.”
True to my word, I began packing my belongings the next morning. I tried to catch Dominic to inform him of my decision, but his apartment was silent–he must have left early.
I headed to work at Silver Leaf Herbalists, still processing Claire’s dramatic visit from the previous day. Throughout my shift, I tried to focus on my moonberry–infused remedies, but my mind kept drifting to how I would explain my decision to Dominic. When I returned to Moon Valley Residences that evening, I approached his door, but again, no answer. His absence was unusual -he was typically home by this hour.
It wasn’t until much later, as I was preparing for bed, that I heard the distinctive ping of the elevator followed by shuffling footsteps in the corridor. Then came a heavy thud against my door, as if someone had fallen against it.
Concerned, I rushed
- it.
Dominic was leaning heavily against the doorframe, his powerful frame supported by another man I didn’t recognize. His usually
pristine appearance was disheveled–tie loosened, top buttons undone, hair tousled as if he’d repeatedly run his hands through it.
of wolf–whiske
The unmistakable scent emanated from him, strong enough to make my pregnant wolf recoil slightly.
“Ms. Summers?” The stranger holding Dominic up gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m Hunter Hayes, Alpha Blackwood’s personal assistant.”
Hunter was a professional–looking man with observant dark eyes and a neat appearance despite the late hour. The way he carried himself spoke of training and discipline.
“Alpha Blackwood celebrated a successful security contract tonight and had a bit too much wolf–whiskey,” he explained, adjusting his grip as Dominic swayed slightly.
I expected Dominic to be barely conscious, but when he raised his head, his silver–gray eyes focused directly on me with surprising clarity.
“Aria,” he said, his voice deeper than usual but remarkably steady for someone who
supposedly had “a bit too much.”
Dominic straightened, removing his weight from Hunter’s shoulder. “That will be all, Hunter. Thank you.”
Hunter looked uncertain. “Sir, are you sure-”
Dominic dismissed him with a wave of his hand, his Alpha authority undiminished by intoxication. “I’m fine. Go home to your family.”
With a respectful nod to both Dominic and me, Hunter departed, though he glanced back once with concern before the elevator doors closed.
Dominic gestured toward his apartment across the hall. “Come in.”
It wasn’t a request, but it wasn’t quite an order either. Something in his tone made it impossible to refuse.
I followed him into his apartment, watching as he settled himself onto his couch with more grace than I expected from someone who’d been drinking heavily.
“You need water,” I said, heading toward his kitchen.
“Second cabinet on the right,” he called after me.
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Finding the glasses exactly where he’d indicated, I filled one with cold water and brought it to him.
“Drink this,” I instructed, handing him the glass. “I’ll make you something for the wolf–whiskey. It will help with the hangover
tomorrow.”
He took the water without argument, his eyes never leaving my face as he drank. The intensity of his gaze made me turn away
quickly.
In his kitchen, I found the ingredients I needed for a simple herbal remedy–a mixture of moon sage, silver pine, and crushed
moonberries. It was an old recipe my mother had taught me, specifically designed to counter the effects of wolf–whiskey on a werewolf’s system.
By the time I returned to the living room with the warm liquid in a mug, Dominic had fallen asleep on the couch. His powerful frame was sprawled across the furniture, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other dangling toward the floor. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his Alpha scent now mingled with the strong aroma of wolf–whiskey.
I hesitated, unsure if I should wake him. The remedy would be more effective if taken immediately, but he looked so peaceful.
“Dominic,” I called softly, placing the mug on the coffee table. “Wake up. You need to drink this.”
When he didn’t stir, I reached out tentatively and touched his shoulder. “Dominic?”
His eyes snapped open immediately, silver–gray irises focusing on me with startling clarity. “Aria,” he said, my name a husky
rumble in his throat.
Relief washed over me. He was
“I made you something to
least, not completely lost to the wolf–whiskey.
helpont?
with thughtai
Before I could finish, his hand shot
forward with a surprised cry.
said, reaching for the mug. “It doesn’t taste great, but-”
grabbed my wrist. The sudden movement made me lose my balance, and I toppled
The mug fell to the floor, the herbal remedy spilling across his expensive rug, but neither of us paid it any attention. I found myself pulled into his arms, my body pressed against his firm chest.
“Dominic, what are you-”
“Shh,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me.
I struggled to get up, pushing against his chest, but his Alpha strength kept me securely in place. His wolf’s scent enveloped me completely, making my head spin with its intensity.
His face was mere inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. The scent of wolf–whiskey was strong, but beneath it was something else–something uniquely Dominic that made my wolf stir beneath
my skin.
I felt his gaze on me, intense and burning. His silver–gray eyes caught the moonlight streaming through his window, turning them almost luminous in the dim room.
He leaned in closer, his intention unmistakable.
Startled, I instinctively raised my hand and covered his mouth. We both froze for a moment, my palm pressed against his lips, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and removed my hand from his face. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, gentle yet firm. I couldn’t look away from his gaze, couldn’t move as he leaned forward once more.
Then his lips were on mine, capturing them in a kiss that tasted of wolf–whiskey and something uniquely Dominic.
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