Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 155

“Let’s drink,” Madeline suggested.

Briar asked nervously, “For what occasion?”

Madeline squinted her eyes at Briar, wondering, “Do I need an occasion to drink with my dear friend?”

Eyeing Madeline, Briar knew how this would end.

“You have a low tolerance for drinks,” she said to Madeline, being straightforward with her friend.

Madeline reassured Briar, “Don’t worry about it, I won’t drink much.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Fine,” Briar gave in. She sighed, “Let’s go.”

“Why do you seem so down?”

“No reason,” Briar said to Madeline, using her finger to brush her tangled hair.

‘Ow, curse my hair, why is it so tangled?’ She asked.

“You alright there?”

“Mhm,” Briar answered casually, trying to get a knot out of her hair.

She exclaimed in celebration, “Finally! I got it untangled.”

Celebrating with her, Madeline punched her fist in the air, “Woo!”

Briar and Madeline then got themselves a jug of wine to drink, Briar asking if Madeline was sure she wanted to drink this much wine.

What if Madeline ended up getting drunk? What would unravel then?

Well, Briar’s predictions came true.

Just like that, Madeline guzzled down one glass of wine.

Then another one.

And another one.

By the time Briar had finished one glass, Madeline was well into three. Or was it four? Briar wasn’t sure.

“You have got to slow down,” Briar said to Madeline, wondering why her friend was in such a rush and just being so reckless.

Madeline hiccuped, “What are you talking about? I don’t need to slow down. I’m fine, Briar, I promise. I just feel cold, so I drank some wine to warm me up.”

“That much wine does more than just warm you up, Maddie,” Briar said to her, wrapping an arm around Madeline’s shoulder to support her in fear Madeline would fall of her chair or do something else like leave when Briar wasn’t properly paying attention.

“You stay here,” Briar said to Madeline, who sat right beside her.

“Where else do I have to go?” Madeline asked, seemingly left with no choices but to stay there and wait for Briar to return, “And where are you going?”

“The restroom. Now stay,” Briar told Madeline, who yawned in boredom.

Drinking was boring. She wanted something more interesting. Like social interaction.

Yes, social interaction was just what she needed.

“Where’s Xavier?” Madeline asked, swivelling her head around to get a glimpse of Xavier to see no one there with her.

She asked, forgetting where Briar went as she scratched the back of her head, “Where did everyone go? Why did they leave me alone?”

Fighting back tears, she said, “They left me alone again…”

Getting off of her chair, Madeline left Briar’s room, just as Briar was leaving.

“Hey! Where are you going? Madeline, come back!” Briar exclaimed, managing to hear Madeline trying to leave just as she was washing her hands.

It seemed like Madeline had gotten drunk already.

Briar easily caught up with Madeline.

“You’re so fast,” Madeline commented, swaying from left to right, “How do I become fast like you?”

Massaging her forehead, she said to Madeline, “This is why we shouldn’t have drunk. You have a low tolerance for alcohol in general.”

“Well, it’s okay. I have an amazing friend like you here with me.”

Briar frowned, scolding Madeline, “I won’t always be here with you though. I won’t always be here when you drink too much or do something else at the end of the day.”

Madeline sniffled, “I know. Everyone’s going to go at some point. Look at Indiana.”

She mumbled to herself next, ‘She isn’t here anymore because of me. I’m the bearer of bad luck who’s constantly bringing pain and misfortune to everyone in my life.’

Her sniffles became louder, “I do nothing but bring pain to those who I care for most.”

Briar looked concernedly at her friend, “Don’t say that. You don’t do that.”

“But Indiana…”

“No,” Briar said firmly, “Indiana chose to go to the woods with us. I’m not saying it’s her own fault, but it’s certainly not yours.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. No need to ask,” Briar said, visibly irritated by Madeline’s own words.

Madeline shouldn’t be blaming herself for what happened to Indiana. She had no part to play in that.

It could have been anyone. It just had to be Indiana.

Madeline wailed all of a sudden, “Xavierrrrrr.”

Briar’s eyes went round. Oh luna.

Like clockwork, Madeline began marching towards Xavier’s office.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re staying here, Xavier’s very busy.”

“I know that, but I have to tell him something very very very importanttt,” Madeline slurred.

“It can wait.”

Briar grabbed Madeline by the hand.

“Ow! That hurt. I thought you once told me feelings can’t wait,” Madeline grumbled, crossing her arms like a little kid would when they were throwing a tantrum and refusing to do something they were told to do.

Briar found herself baffled by her friend.

“Feelings? You want to tell him about your feelings?” Briar asked, slackening her hold on Madeline.

“I do,” Madeline nodded, pulling her hand away from Briar and rubbing it whilst she winced in pain. Briar sure had a strong grip.

“And you want to tell him about it?” Briar asked.

She shook her head. No, this was all a part of Madeline’s plan. Maybe she really did want to tell Xavier about her feelings for him, but she wouldn’t allow her to disturb Xavier whilst he was in the middle of work.

What Briar hadn’t accounted for, however, was how Xavier had walked outside, hearing Madeline’s voice and wanting to hear what the commotion was about.

Xavier did a double take.

He asked incredulously, “What–”

“Alpha Xavier!” Briar greeted, trying to hide Madeline behind her.

“Hello there,” he greeted in return, before turning to Madeline, who looked pale.

Tilting his head, he knitted his brows together, asking Briar, “Is Madeline alright?”

Briar summarised everything that had happened in the shortest way she could think of: “Madeline’s drunk.”

“And why is she here?” Xavier questioned.

“Because–”

“Xavier!” Madeline exclaimed, reaching for Xavier.

Xavier allowed Madeline to embrace him.

Yep, this was the work of drunk Madeline.

Briar walked over, “I can take her off your hands, I know you’re a very busy person, Alpha Xavier.”

The corners of Xavier’s mouth twitched into a smile, “No no, it’s fine. Leave her with me.”

He had never seen her like this before. She was adorable. Then again, she also wouldn’t remember everything that happened so that was another bonus.

Briar was taken aback. Was Xavier really offering to supervise Madeline?

Alright, supervise was the wrong word for it. Madeline was drunk, she wasn’t an infant that needed supervising at all times.

Madeline mumbled something that both Xavier and Briar managed to hear, “Why do you smell so nice all the time?”

Briar presumed she was referring to Xavier.

“Alright then, I’ll leave her in your capable hands, Alpha Xavier,” Briar said to him, knowing what Madeline intended to do.

Xavier nodded slightly, “Very well.”

Hiding a mischievous grin, Briar greeted her pack’s alpha adieu, before she left.

Madeline was in capable hands. Besides, Xavier had offered to take good care of her. Who was she to decline her alpha’s offer?

“We should get you a seat,” Xavier said to her, steadying her.

“Yeah, we should,” Madeline slurred, “Oh oh oh! And I have something to tell you.”

Xavier found his curiosity peaked. Drunk people were honest most of the time. Anything they said was supposed to be honest, no?

“What is it?” He asked, wondering what Madeline had to say to him.

He held back a breath, did it have something to do with the date yesterday?

Or what she thought of him?

Ding ding ding, Xavier had gotten it right the second try.

“I already told you once,” Madeline began, stuttering and slurring her words.

“I have feelings for you.”

Xavier wondered where this would lead.

He prompted, “You’re right, you already told me that. So, what is it that you want to tell me?”

Madeline acted like it was obvious. Well, in all fairness, it was.

“My feelings for you.”

She paused for a moment, trying to remember a word that had seemingly vanished from her memory.

“Duh,” she added finally, after a long moment of silence.

“Is this a confession?” Xavier asked, tilting his head to the side.

Madeline tsked, telling him, “Wellllllll when you loooook at me like that with your charmingly handsome face it’s hard to lie to you.”

Xavier decided to pour her a glass of water, trying not to pay much attention to what she was saying.

As he poured water into a glass for Madeline, she confirmed, “It is a confession.”

And in the process, nearly making him pour too much water in the glass and spilling it.

“A confession, you say?” He asked, now more curious than ever.

What did Madeline have to tell him that he didn’t already know?

And why had sober Madeline hid it from him? Why did he have to find out from drunk Madeline?