Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 157

Madeline yawned, finding herself in her comfortable bed.

“Ow, my head,” she said, clutching her head and wincing from the pain.

Seemed like the alcohol had gotten to her, as Madeline was faced with a severe headache.

“What happened? Who brought me here?” She asked, looking around to see no one there.

Just in time, the door creaked open.

“Who’s there?” She asked, her voice panicked.

“It’s me, Xavier,” Xavier answered, glad she was awake.

It had been hours. He was just about to wake her to eat dinner.

Maybe… Just maybe… They could eat dinner together.

Madeline sat on her bed, her eyes round.

“Xavier,” she said, her voice raspy.

He didn’t bring her here, did he?

Did he see her whilst she was drunk?

‘I wasn’t a hassle, was I?’ She thought to herself, her mind an utter mess.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned.

Xavier smiled nervously, unable to shake away the events that had occurred a few hours ago.

“I came to wake you up for dinner, but it seems like you already woke up,” he answered, his voice soothing.

Madeline asked, narrowing her eyes at him, “Why are you acting differently than usual?”

“I’m not acting differently than usual,” Xavier denied.

“Did you see me while I was drunk?” Madeline asked, her eyes wide and her bottom lip trembling.

Had she done something? Said something to offend him?

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually get drunk, I–”

Then, something came to Madeline’s mind. It was a memory of her telling Xavier something. She remembered being in Xavier’s office, telling him how she couldn’t comprehend how she managed to catch his attention and be his mate in the first place. How she was sorry for being an incompetent mate and sorry for being herself…

Madeline’s hand flew to her mouth.

Xavier was wearing the exact same thing in the memory.

No…

Had she said something else?

‘Is this some mind trick? Is my brain trying to mess with me by bringing this up?’ Madeline thought, her heart pounding erratically.

By the confused expression on Madeline’s face, Xavier thought of two things. Either Madeline was facing a hangover, or she remembered something that had happened hours ago.

“What happened? When I was drunk,” She asked, turning to Xavier for actual answers, her voice shaky.

Xavier’s suspicions that she knew something was confirmed when she asked him about what happened whilst she was drunk. The question now was – should he tell her or keep her in the dark and feign ignorance?

He knew better than to keep secrets from her.

After all, she poured her heart out to him. Shouldn’t he be honest to her at the very least?

“You were uh…”

“You can tell me,” Madeline gently prompted.

She didn’t think it was… that… bad.

Not until she heard Xavier say, “You told me about your feelings.”

Madeline let out a timid squeak.

“How much did I tell you about my feelings?”

From Xavier’s reaction, Madeline could tell she told him everything. Or almost everything.

‘Wow, it’s been barely a month and I’ve already told him everything. That took shorter than I expected. Urgh, I should’ve listened to Briar and never gotten drunk. Why did I drink in the first place?’

Madeline slumped on the pile of pillows, “Ah.”

“I thought it was cute,” he said, chuckling.

“Cute? The drunken confession or–”

Xavier remembered Madeline clinging onto him and refusing him to leave her side. He had to wait till she fell asleep before he could do anything. He was aware that that was Madeline’s own way of showing how much she cared for him whilst she was drunk, of course.

“What you told me,” Xavier replied, fighting back a smile that was trying to take over.

Madeline groaned, knowing she was better off not knowing what she told him. She felt like passing out.

‘Look at the bright side, if I do pass out, I’m in the best possible spot to faint,’ Madeline reasoned, fanning her face and trying to hide her bright red cheeks from Xavier.

“Madeline?” Xavier asked, snapping her out of her train of thought.

“Hmm?” She asked absentmindedly.

“Did you mean what you said?” He asked, wondering if her words were just something she spouted in her drunken stupor.

“You mean, my confession?” Madeline whispered.

Xavier nodded slowly.

She scratched her head, trying to remember everything she said. Only bits and pieces of what happened came to her head.

“Honestly, I have no idea what I said to you. I mean, I remember some parts, but… what I do know is…”

Looking Xavier dead in the eye, she told him, “I don’t know how I was lucky enough to be paired with someone as perfect as you in this life. There won’t ever be enough words for me to use to tell you how much I care for you.”

She paused, as if trying to remember something. “Ah yes, and… uhm, that, I do actually quite like it when you call me pup.”

She winced, wondering why she had said that.

‘Way to go Madeline, now he probably thinks you’re creepy,’ she thought to herself.

Xavier’s eyes were round. Madeline wondered what was going on in his mind.

Never did she think he was freaking out and wondering how he would put his confession into words now that she had so beautifully put hers.

He felt like he was no match for her. Madeline was too good with her words.

Did this have to do with her enjoying reading romance novels in her free time? Xavier guessed so.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Xavier mumbled, “Thanks.”

She had just said the same exact things as when she was drunk.

Madeline smiled slyly, knowing Xavier probably felt awkward, “I’m only telling you the truth, there’s really no need to thank me.”

She acted strong, although she still had a massive headache.. Now that Xavier was there with her, the pain seemed to be alleviated by quite a bit, but she doubted she would be left scot free by her choice to drink that day.