Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 159

The colour Madeline’s cheeks were the moment before returned, tinting her smooth, porcelain cheeks.

She gulped, wondering if Briar could easily tell by how she was acting alone.

“I’m only joking,” Briar said.

It was now her turn to give Madeline a pat on the back, the poor girl seemed like she was about to faint.

“Don’t joke about that,” Madeline insisted, her cheeks beet red.

“Ahh, alright  alright I won’t. Since you told me to,” Briar said, making a mental note not to bring it up again.

Madeline smiled at Briar appreciatively, before she went on to tell Briar, “I told Xavier about my feelings for him. Except, I gave him more details and I was drunk so I don’t remember exactly what I said.”

Briar’s eyes widened, “You did what?”

She cleared her throat, realising her reaction might have given Madeline the wrong impression.

“Well, I’m happy for you, I know how much you care about Xavier,” Briar said, giving Madeline a slight nudge in the shoulder, “And how did he react?”

“He smiled, then he offered to grab dinner for me,” Madeline responded.

Briar tilted her head. That meant Xavier would arrive any moment now. It was only a matter of time.

“So he’s coming back?” Briar asked, now tempted to leave so she wouldn’t interfere or intrude on anything.

“Yeah,” Madeline nodded, noticing the expression across Briar’s face.

“You know you could always stay, we haven’t had a girl’s night since…”

Madeline paused, knowing she had dug a hole for herself unintentionally.

The room turned sombre.

“What I meant to say was,” Madeline began.

Briar shook her head, knowing Madeline didn’t mean to bring that up either, “It’s fine.”

“If you want me to stay, I will,” Briar said. She then asked her friend, “And how are you doing? You just woke up, no? Are you still facing a hangover?”

Madeline nodded miserably, “I am. But it’s not too bad, hopefully it’ll go away soon with sleep.”

‘Yes, sleep. That’s what I need right now. And food. I’ll eat, then sleep.’

She pinched her arm, beginning to rethink it, ‘Or maybe I shouldn’t…’

Briar asked Madeline, “Is there anything I can get you? Water? Xavier?”

Madeline laughed softly, “I love how you included Xavier.”

Speaking of Xavier, where was he?

Well, Xavier was panicking, wondering if she wouldn’t like the dinner he picked out for her.

Briar could hear someone outside Madeline’s quarters, fumbling and muttering to himself. She presumed it was Xavier, and she was right.

Xavier hesitated when it came to knocking on Madeline’s door. Seemed like she had a visitor, Briar was there with her.

“Ah, screw it. I did say I’d bring her dinner,” he said, knowing damn well Briar could hear her.

He knocked on her door, and Briar told Madeline to stay put and not move.

“Well, I can’t really move, can I? Everywhere’s sore,” Madeline pointed out, rolling her eyes and chuckling.

Briar opened the door to see Xavier holding a tray of dinner for Madeline.

She had to remind herself not to gasp from surprise.

What had Madeline done to Eudora’s alpha?

Briar had trouble piecing everything together.

Wasn’t this man feared amongst the entirety of Alaric? Other werewolves who knew his name trembled, others could only hope they were a part of Eudora. Those that were there were the best, and only the best.

Sure, news had spread throughout Alaric that Xavier’s mate had finally made herself known to everyone. But Briar still found it shocking, seeing Xavier holding a tray of food for Madeline, with a look of worry and concern in his eyes.

Briar chose to remain silent, greeting the alpha and opening the door wider for him.

Madeline smiled the moment she saw him enter, “Xavier.”

Briar made some excuse, realising it was best if she left despite Madeline saying she’d love it if Briar stayed.

She could talk to Madeline sometime else, she had all the time in the world, whilst Xavier had a busy schedule and a lot on his plate. So the fact that he made time for her and seemed genuinely worried was heartwarming, even to Briar.

“I’ll see you later, Madeline. Goodbye, Alpha Xavier,” she greeted before she left to see Adrian.

“You know I could have gotten dinner myself,” Madeline whispered, touched.

“It’s fine, besides, it didn’t take too long.”

Xavier was about to offer to feed her, but he thought Madeline would refuse.

Madeline mumbled, “I never got to eat dinner in bed before… among other things.”

“What was that?” Xavier asked, too busy thinking about something else to hear what Madeline had to say.

Madeline shook her head, insisting it was nothing.

Xavier could have sworn he heard Madeline talk about something that had to do with beds.

He blushed, thinking something irrelevant to what he came there to do. Ahh, what had she done to him? All it took was her mentioning something about beds.

Walking over to her, he placed the tray of food on her bedside table.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Staring at him, Madeline asked dryly, “Now why would I want you to leave?”

She had just confessed her feelings to him, telling him everything she thought of him. And he was under the impression that she wanted to be left all alone.

Madeline stared at the food he had brought her, her mouth watering.

Xavier knew her well enough to pick out exactly the type of food she enjoyed most.

“My compliments to the chef,” Madeline said, enjoying her food.

‘I feel like a glutton, eating in front of him without offering him anything,’ Madeline thought to herself, feeling extremely selfish about her actions.

Xavier smiled to himself although it wasn’t him that had made the food. Sure, he had cooked everything for their date, but otherwise, the food was left for one particular person to make every day.

The pack’s own chef, a man by the name of Paxton. A delta in the pack.

He made a great fighter, and a great chef.

Of course, the others could choose to cook their own dishes and use the other kitchens to cook as well as the other dining rooms to feast in, but these days, no one dared be spotted by Xavier roaming around Eudora.

Until the day before, of course.

There was a term that went something like, happy wife, happy life.

In Eudora, it was different.

Happy alpha, happy life.

So if their alpha was miserable, so would they be.

Hmm, maybe that exerted pressure on Madeline, but Madeline usually ended up lifting his mood instead of ruining it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be eating in front of you,” Madeline said, her eyes filled with guilt.

“Tsk, you still have a hangover, no?”

He ruffled her hair, smiling reassuringly at his friend, “I’ll be fine. Just eat, don’t worry about me.”

Madeline wanted to thank him for being so considerate and patient with her. Especially when she was drunk.

“Also, is it strange that I want to see what you’d be like if you were drunk?” Madeline asked curiously, looking up at the ceiling.

Xavier scoffed, “Well, I’d be able to answer you if I had ever gotten drunk before. But, I never have. However, if you want me to tell you what you told me while you were drunk, I could always do it without any further hesitation…”

The lady’s face turned pale. She nearly coughed out the food she just ate.

“What are you trying to say?” She asked.

“Look at you, you’re blushing,” Xavier said, feeling prideful he was successful in making Madeline blush.

He found her adorable when she was blushing and all that.

“Quit being so charming,” Madeline said, blowing her spoonful of soup so she wouldn’t burn her tongue when she tried to drink her soup.

“You’re making it very hard for me to eat, you know,” she said jokingly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be so taken with me to the point you have difficulty eating,” Xavier said.

Madeline wondered where Xavier got this sudden boost of confidence. No no, she wasn’t complaining. She was just… in shock.

Playing along, she said to him, “Of course I’m taken with you. You’re perfect.”

Well, Madeline wasn’t lying.

Xavier pouted.

Madeline patted an empty space on her bed beside her, signalling Xavier to sit beside her.

She was seated on her bed, her legs criss-crossed whilst she ate her food innocently.

Xavier walked over to her, not following her signal and sitting down. He held her hair back whilst she tried to drink her soup, knowing soup would get in her hair if he didn’t do so.

Holding her hair back… Now, what other scenario would he be holding her hair back whilst she was doing something?

‘Gah! What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking such thoughts now? She’s just drinking soup,’ Xavier thought to himself, scratching his own head.