Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 217

Madeline opened and closed her mouth.

“I suppose I am a werewolf, I have werewolf blood coursing through my veins,” Madeline said.

“Please don’t have some shocking revelation about your life in front of me,” Lawrence said to her.

She wasn’t listening to what he was telling her, as she was too busy remembering that she indeed had werewolf blood coursing through her veins.

“How am I still able to get drunk?” She wondered. She stared at a tree, “Am I not a werewolf? Do I have to learn how to become a werewolf? Or how to turn into one?”

“Did you not listen to what I just said?”

“Right! Drinks. Wait, hold on.”

“Hmm?”

“When you do your ‘morning exercise’, do you do it under the pretence that you’re Xavier?”

“Well, when you put it that way–

Madeline placed a hand on her mouth, not allowing Lawrence to finish his answer.

“Oh my god. No one knows you exist, meaning they think they slept with their pack’s alpha, and that Xavier…”

“You’re right, I do need a drink. Stat,” Madeline said, grabbing Lawrence’s hand and dragging him someplace.

“Are you actually bringing me with you to drink?”

“I doubt you’d actually do something when you’re in Xavier’s territory, and besides you’re not that bad as company.”

“So you finally admit it,” he said, a grin plastered on his face. He questioned, “Are you sure Xavier would be okay with this?”

“I think it’s supposed to be me asking that question,” Madeline admitted, adding, “It’s just a couple of drinks.”

“That’s what they always say.”

“Would you quit it with the witty quips, I’m just trying to stay calm here.”

“Would it make you feel better if you knew that they loved it?”

Madeline turned around slowly, staring at him.

“…they?”

“You thought I was referring to one person? What kind of person do you think I am, some saint?”

She shuddered.

“They think you’re Xavier.”

“But I’m not Xavier,” Lawrence nodded.

She cursed to herself. Of course, Xavier had a twin brother. A twin brother that was a shameless, perverted womaniser. Now people thought Xavier slept with other women, when in reality, Xavier wasn’t interested in anyone other than Madeline.

Shutting her eyes, she made a mental note to bring it up to Xavier. After he got the situation sorted out and after he discovered what another person was doing roaming around Eudora’s vicinity, of course. Taking a couple of bottles and a cup to drink with, she and Lawrence found a spot to drink at.

And luckily, someone was already there.

“Maddie? Xavier?” Briar questioned, shocked as to what the two of them were doing there.

Madeline corrected her friend, “He’s not Xavier, he’s Lawrence.”

Lawrence nodded, “Yep, that’s me. I’m Lawrence.”

“Ah,” Briar said, before she asked, “What are you doing with Lawrence here?”

“She agreed to drink with me to get me to shut up, she also needs a drink,” Lawrence piped up, answering Briar’s question for Madeline.

Briar shot Madeline a look of concern.

Lawrence spoke up, telling Briar, taking accountability for his… actions, “The women I slept with all think they slept with Xavier.”

Briar’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, “Are you serious? And what do you intend to do about it, Mr Womaniser?”

The man shrugged, “Accompany Madeline for drinks, I guess.”

They took seats, Madeline sitting beside Briar and Lawrence sitting beside Briar as well. He figured Madeline would have preferred if he sat away from her, seeing as she was in a terrible mood.

Lawrence poured her and Briar a drink. Briar took her time drinking, whilst Madeline downed her drink almost instantly.

“I told you, just one drink,” Madeline said once Lawrence was about to pour her another one.

“Hm, fine.”

“You have such horrible memory,” Madeline remarked.

Briar sat in the middle, glad Madeline refused to take more than one drink. Remembering what had happened last time, she knew Madeline wouldn’t want history to repeat itself.

“And you’re such a stick-in-the-mud, I was about to propose a drinking contest,” Lawrence pouted.

Briar glared at him, “That’d be unfair.”

“Exactly why I wanted to suggest it, easy win,” Lawrence admitted.

She tsked in annoyance, telling him next, “I wonder how Adrian put up with you.”

Lawrence didn’t reply to her words, smiling and grinning to himself as he remembered what he had been told. So Adrian had feelings for this woman. He could see why Adrian liked her, she was feisty, bold, dared to speak up. She was also a good friend towards Madeline.

Hmm, a good friend was an exaggeration, he barely knew her.

‘So maybe a decent friend.’

“He was quite annoyed with me, but that’s alright,” Lawrence said before he took another drink.

Briar asked Madeline, “Did you just realise this?”

Madeline, who had her head on the table, croaked out a yes. Honestly, she had no idea why she was so upset over it. She knew the truth, which was that Xavier was a loyal man that would never hurt her this way.

But there was one thing for certain. Envisioning Xavier sleeping with another woman drove her insane.

Was this how he felt when he had saw her talking to Lawrence in his bedroom? Madeline couldn’t imagine how Xavier must have felt. She felt both sorry, and like ripping someone to shreds.

‘So you’re both jealous and guilty,’ a voice in her head summed everything up.

She sighed, wondering how she could have been so miserable when she already knew the truth. Staring at her pinky, she reminded herself that Xavier was her mate, no one else’s.

If only Lawrence wasn’t the spitting image of Xavier. There were multiple girls thinking they had slept with Alpha Xavier of Eudora, and they were under the impression that he wasn’t truly in love with Madeline. Not if he’d sleep with them.

“Curse you, Lawrence,” Madeline hiccuped.

“Don’t tell me you’re drunk, you drank one drink,” Lawrence spoke, his eyes beginning to fill with worry.