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Chapter 8

  • Werewolves can get drunk if your wolf allows you. Eva understands why I need to get drunk tonight, so she is not preventing me from getting drunk. I am not even supposed to be drinking because I am 18, but since I am a werewolf, it’s different. If I were a human, I wouldn’t be allowed to drink till I was 21.
  • “Thank you,” I say to the omega who just gave me another glass of wine. She has made sure my hand was not empty all night. I even know her name because of it. I think it’s lily, if I am not wrong. I am starting to get drunk after having about five glasses of wine. My alcohol tolerance is terrible, so I think I am already drunk.
  • I feel like annoying my mate, so I walk around to find Liam so we can dance together.
  • “Liam, Liam, Liam,” I shout his name as I look for him in the ballroom. I don’t know why but I can’t seem to find him.
  • I am about to shout his name again when someone stops me.
  • “Why are you shouting my brother’s name?” Theo says, covering my mouth with his large hand. I lick his hand so he can remove it from my mouth. I don’t know why I did that, but I am happy with what it does to him. “Eww, why did you do that? Are you drunk” He asks as he takes a sniff of his hand and my mouth.
  • “Yes, I am drunk, and where is Liam? I don’t want you,” I say, attempting to push him away from me, but my limbs fail me.
  • “Why are you looking for him?” He asks annoyed
  • “I want to dance with him,” I tell him smiling.
  • “Why are you smiling, and didn’t I tell you not to dance with my brother again,” He says, gritting his teeth while talking. I think he is not happy that I want to dance with Liam, but I could care less right now, and I think the alcohol has something to do with that.
  • “I want to dance with him because he is fun; you are no fun, so find me, Liam.”
  • “You are not dancing with Liam, and if anything, you are going home. You are drunk.” He says and grabs my hand to pull me with him, but I remove my hand from his grasp.
  • “I don’t want to leave; I want to dance,” I tell him and start dancing
  • “You are drunk, and you need to go home, so let’s go,” He says and tries to grab my hand again, but I don’t let him. I try to run away from him, but he grabs me by the waist.
  • My heart rate speeds up as his scent fills my nose, and the warmth of his body passes into my skin. My back is facing his front, and I can feel his breath fan my neck with every breath he takes. I don’t think I am the only one our proximity is making uncomfortable because his arm around my waist loses, and I take a step away from him.
  • I suddenly start feeling hot, so I decided to take off my clothes.
  • “Do you feel hot? I feel hot, I need to take off my clothes” Being close to him made me feel hot. I try to unzip my dress, but I find it challenging to reach my zip, so I turn my back and ask Theo to help me. “Please help me,” I say, with my back facing him.
  • “Are you mad? Why would you want to remove your dress here” He shouts and spins me around to face him.
  • “I am hot,” I whine
  • “You are drunk, not hot, and let’s go for the last time.”
  • “No,” I say, stomping my feet like a little girl.
  • “You leave me no choice then,” He says, and the next thing he does leaves me speechless even in my drunken state.
  • He lifts me off the ground and throws me across his shoulder like I weigh nothing. Everyone in the ballroom turns and faces us with shock written all over their face as Theo walks us out of the ballroom. Thank God I am drunk right now because I can’t imagine how I would feel tomorrow if I remember the look on everyone’s face.
  • “Put me down, Theo,” I say, hitting his back in an attempt to hurt him, but it’s like I am a child trying to punch a rock.
  • “No, and will you stop hitting me.”
  • “I won’t, and what are you going to do about it.”
  • “Hit me one more time, and I will spank you.”
  • “Spank me!” I exclaim, shocked by his words
  • “Yes, spank you, and if you think I am joking, try it.”
  • I think the alcohol in me is good because as he dares me, I do it. I know I wouldn’t have done it if I was not drunk. I use all the strength I can mutter and hit his back, but regret once, I feel a sting on my left butt cheek.
  • “You hit me,” I say, modified he did, but something else is more shocking to me. I feel a pleasurable wave pass through my body before his hands leave my ass. Oh my, what just happened? Why did my body react that way? Does that mean I liked that he spanked me or is it because we are mates, so I am naturally attracted to everything he does to my body?
  • “Yes, and if you hit me again, I will spank you again,” He says, and I don’t think about hitting him again.
  • I can’t help but wonder if Theo is into those BDSM things I read in human stories? It will explain why he likes controlling my life even if he does not want me. He must be a dominant, or I might just be overthinking like I always do. While slugged across his shoulder, I start to feel sleepy, even if my position is not comfortable. I decide to close my eyes and rest them a little before we reach the house.
  • The following morning, I wake up in the same clothes I wore last night. I walk to the bathroom to freshen up before going downstairs for breakfast. I am so happy I am a werewolf because with the amount of wine I drank yesterday. I am sure I would have woken up with a bad headache.
  • Once I am done doing my business in the bathroom and putting my outfit for the day. I walk downstairs to find something to eat. I am starving. I barely ate anything during dinner last night.
  • I walk into the kitchen, and the first thing I do is find all the ingredients for pancakes. While I am mixing the pancake batter, Charlotte walks in.
  • “Good morning Luna,” Charlotte says once she takes her seat on the kitchen stool
  • “Morning Charlotte , I am starting to think you make sure to come over when I am making breakfast.”
  • “This is just the second time, and don’t worry, I have already eaten breakfast.”
  • “I was just kidding; I don’t mind you coming over for breakfast.”
  • “I know, and how are you doing?”
  • “I am good, and you?”
  • “I am good too, and how bad was it?”
  • “How bad was what?” I ask, confused as to what she is talking about
  • “How bad did the Alpha scold you?”
  • “Why would he scold me?”
  • “You don’t remember,”
  • “Remember what”
  • “Your wolf must have blocked you from remembering, but don’t worry, I will tell you everything,” Charlotte says, smiling, and begins filling me in on what happened last night.
  • Since humans tend to forget what happens when they are drunk, your wolf does not get drunk. They have full memory of what you did. Your wolf can choose to share that memory with you or not.
  • “I can’t believe I did all that. How am I going to face those people ever again” I facepalm myself.
  • “Don’t beat yourself about it. I am sure everyone in that ballroom last night found it funny how a little she-wolf was defining our Alpha King.”
  • “You really think so,” I say, praying her words are true
  • “Yeah, I do because almost everyone was holding in their laughter while watching you guys act like cat and dog.”
  • “Was it that bad?”
  • “You told the king to his face that he is not fun,” Charlotte says, giggling
  • “I am sure; he is going to kill me when he sees me today.”
  • “Yeah, he would, but at least you stood up for yourself yesterday.”
  • “Yeah, and almost got naked in front of a bunch of unmated wolves.”
  • “Don’t worry, the most he can do is shout; I know our King would never lay his hand on you.”
  • “Yeah,” I say, but I know that’s not true because while she was filling me in on my incredible act of bravery yesterday. Eva decided to fill me in on what happened after we left the ballroom. I remember how he spanked my ass because I hit his back. I am scared that if he is into BDSM and it’s like what I have read in books. He will want to punish me, and I have read how those punishments can be, and I never want that to happen to me. I just hope he spanked me yesterday to make me stop hitting his back and not for the other reason.