Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 162

Xavier yawned, waking up to unfamiliar surroundings.

Where was he?

He certainly wasn’t in his cabin, nor was he in his office.

Xavier blinked when he realised there was something on his shoulder. Something that hadn’t budged or moved an inch since last night.

He turned to see-

‘Madeline?!’ Xavier thought, his eyes going round with anxiousness. He thought to himself, ‘Did I really fall asleep in her quarters?! Was I that exhausted?’

Xavier then realised this wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be.

‘She looks adorable when she’s asleep,’ he admitted, moving a stray strand of hair that was in front of her face away.

Hmm, he had to admit, it wasn’t so bad that he had fallen asleep. Sure, he felt obligated not to move so as to not wake the petite girl up, but at the same time…

He didn’t want to move away.

Say, if he didn’t have a job, he would have stayed right by her side, waiting patiently for the moment she would wake up so he could greet her. But, things didn’t go his way. Not this time, at least.

However, he seemed to be fortunate that day, as Madeline seemed to stir.

She wondered when her pillow had become so tough. Wasn’t it supposed to be soft and fluffy?

‘I’m in my room, so why–’

“Morning, beautiful,” Xavier whispered, his voice husky and deep.

Madeline nearly shrieked from embarrassment.

She had fallen asleep on his shoulder!

“M-morning,” she stammered, unable to contain her excitement.

The lady had to admit, she was glad to have been able to wake up beside him.

“Slept well?” She cocked her head questioningly.

“I did,” Xavier answered, a grin across his face.

“You should go now, I’ve kept you for long enough,” Madeline said, a sheepish grin on her face.

A part of her longed for him to stay.

Alas, Xavier had to go. It wouldn’t be long before someone came in search of Xavier.

“What time is it?” Xavier asked, glancing at the wall clock.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late and he could stay for a bit longer. Even better, they could get the chance to have breakfast in bed! Wouldn’t that be great?

His eyes went round.

Madeline hadn’t noticed how late it was either. They really had slept in.

Xavier wondered why Adrian hadn’t interrupted him and Madeline’s slumber. Had Adrian really not noticed his absence? Or did his friend decide to leave him alone to get some much needed rest?

Whatever Adrian’s reasons were, Xavier knew he had to leave.

Shooting Madeline an apologetic look, Xavier rushed out of her room, coming across Briar who was about to visit Madeline.

“I’ve got to go,” he said in a panic.

Madeline was about to bid him goodbye before he vanished, leaving her all alone in her quarters.

“Alpha Xavier?” Briar asked, surprised to see him coming out of Madeline’s quarters… wearing the same exact thing he did yesterday.

Xavier acknowledged Briar’s presence, nodding curtly at her before rushing off.

Briar – who was now curious as to what Xavier could have possibly been doing in Madeline’s quarters – used her powers to quicken her pace, making it to Madeline’s door in seconds.

Knocking on Madeline’s door, all kinds of thoughts ran through Briar’s mind.

She had never seen Xavier looking so dishevelled in her life. He was wearing the same exact thing as when she had last seen him, which was the day prior, and he seemed to be in a rush.

No… he hadn’t. Wait, did he?

Briar couldn’t be sure about it until she heard it from Madeline herself.

The moment she was let in Madeline’s room, Briar didn’t give Madeline time to ask her what she was doing, visiting her this time in the morning.

“Why did I see a dishevelled looking Xavier exit your room? Did you sleep with him?”

Madeline nodded, wondering why Briar seemed to be making a big deal about it. Well, it was a big deal, but not as big a deal as Briar was making it out to be.

What Madeline didn’t take into consideration was that Briar’s meaning of ‘sleep with him’ and hers was different.

“Yeah, I did,” she answered nonchalantly.

Briar’s jaw dropped to the floor.

She didn’t believe what she had just heard come out of Madeline’s mouth.

Had they actually done the deed? In Madeline’s quarters?

“Why do you seem so calm about it?” Briar stammered. She asked next, “Is your energy so drained to the point you can’t even bother to act like losing your virginity is a big deal?”

Blinking, Madeline cocked her head questioningly, “Losing my virginity? What does sleeping with him has to do with losing my virgi—”

Realisation washed over her like the waves did on a beach.

‘OHH, so that was what she meant by sleeping with him.’

Madeline waved her hands vigorously, shaking her head as well.

This was all just a misunderstanding.

“No no, it’s not what it looks like. Xavier just fell asleep here, Briar.”

Madeline remarked, pouting this time.

“Stop being so perverted.”

It was Briar’s turn to pout. She said defensively, “Well, I’m sorry. I just saw Xavier leaving in such a rush, I just immediately thought it was…”

Briar figured it would be best if she stopped talking.

Madeline frowned, “Is that really what it seems like? Like I had sex with him?”

Briar chuckled nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down her face, “Xavier was blushing like crazy, and he was wearing the same thing as he did yesterday. His clothes and hair were in a mess and I saw him leaving your quarters so… to me, it seemed like a no brainer. He didn’t seem like he was in a bad mood either, he seemed pleasantly happy. I doubt anyone else saw him though.”

Madeline’s eyes twitched.

What she said next had Briar roaring in laughter.

“But, if we did have sex… my quarters aren’t soundproofed. They would all be able to hear me… it would have been mortifyingly embarrassing,” she reasoned, frowning.

Briar nearly doubled down and fell to the floor in a fit of laughter. But, she couldn’t do that. She refused to upset Madeline when it was her who had brought it up.

When Madeline saw Briar fighting back a smile and giggling, she found herself utterly confused.

Wasn’t it supposed to be loud? Madeline had heard many things about having sexual intercourse… But she had never done it before. Was she saying the wrong thing?

“What?” Madeline asked, looking Briar in the eye. She questioned, “Did I get my facts wrong?”

Briar clutched her head, “I would have to have experience to be able to tell you that.”

Right, Briar was in the same predicament as her.

She scratched her head, trying to change the subject as their conversation had turned… awkward.

Madeline told Briar, “I promise, we did nothing more than sleep.”

Frowning, she muttered to herself, “We didn’t cuddle either. We fell asleep before we could do that.”

Perhaps it was her wishful thinking, but if she had been any less tired than she was last night, she would have proposed they cuddle… or watch a movie together!

Briar let out a chuckle.

“Well, I trust you. If you tell me you didn’t do anything then of course that’s the truth,” Briar told her friend before she paused, asking Madeline then, “Also, are you still facing a hangover?”

Madeline shook her head, realising that her hangover was gone.

“I don’t feel dizzy anymore, I feel just fine.”

She was grateful. When she was having a hangover, she felt plain miserable. Now that it was gone, Madeline felt back to normal.

Breathing deeply, Madeline asked Briar, “What about you? Got any plans today?”

Briar eyed her friend, wondering what was her point of this question. The way Madeline was looking at her with hope gleaming in her eyes, it was like Madeline wanted her to say she had no plans.

And just as Madeline had hoped, Briar admitted she had no plans for the day.

“I already had breakfast, and I was planning to maybe talk to Adrian about pack matters… but that’s all. Now, care to tell me why you asked? Why do I feel like you have something in mind already…”

Madeline confirmed Briar’s suspicion.

“You’re right, hehehe. I do have something in mind.”

She lowered her voice, “I need your help planning something, Bri.”

Briar knitted her eyebrows together, wondering what Madeline possibly needed her help with when it came to planning something.

She plopped down on Madeline’s bed, asking her, “You don’t have to ask, I’ll help you with anything. So, what’s the ‘something’ you need to plan?”

Madeline beamed, looking like a child who had just received her favourite candy from her mother.

She kicked away her comforter and moved closer to Briar, whispering in her ear, “It’s me and Xavier’s next date.. I’m going to ask him out.”