Chapter 30 When She Goes Missing
"How did you find me, Darren?" Kristen pinches my cheeks as I hold her in a bridal style on the short walk to the chamber. Who's this Darren? Her boyfriend or something?
"Tell me why you're here," she mumbles as I place her on the bed. The alcohol has certainly knocked her down, and I can tell she's starting to see things.
"This is Alpha Calhoun, your mate and not Darren."
She then gives me such a harsh smack on the cheek that for a brief moment, I second guess whether she is angry with me. My left cheek prickles with pain, but I merely clench my jaw to calm it down since I know she's reacting to what she's had. "That's for breaking up with me in order to date the girl you referred to as your cousin." "I despise you so much, I wish I could rip off your limbs for lying to me and two-timing," Kristen tries to hit me again, but this time I duck and put her hands down. "But don't worry, you jerk. I don't even think about you because your dingle-dick never satisfied me," Kristen chuckles as she raises her legs up, sways them side by side, and looks at me with a wicked grin.
"I met someone older, he looks better than you and smells wonderful. And guess what? He fucks better than you, too!" She guffaws like a donkey.
Is she referring to me? My mind is stunned with confusion.
"His dick is a massive instrument of pleasure, and the cap of it is awfully pink, drips with cum too," Kristen's laughter stops, and she sighs like an overfed infant, "But he's not mine, Darren. Despite the fact that we are mates, he's the Alpha of the Greyhound pack, and he's married to my mother." She slams her fists into the bed, sits upright, and lets out a strangled scream. "Do you know what it's like to have a mate and then have him marry your mother? I haven't even told Maddy or Sapphire because they're selfish and motormouth bitches! Now I'm not sure why I'm telling you this; you'd probably laugh at my back. Pudding face!" Kristen presses her hand against my shoulder, her face contorts as though she wants to cry.
I've seen her drunk before, but this is a new behaviour of hers. She seems to be releasing all of her pent-up frustration.
"If Mom finds out I've fucked her husband three times, she'll kill me. I live in fear every day. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster ride to hell and back."
When I hear this from my mate, it hit me how much pain she's been through as a result of this.
"Can you please tell Alpha Calhoun to let me go, Darren? He needs to reject me so that my mother and I can live in peace. It's becoming worse; I think I'm going to loathe myself for the rest of my life because I enjoy the sex and I'm starting to fall for him and I can't stop myself. We got so close last night that I felt so exposed to him. He looked at me as though he could see right through my soul." Kristen finishes, then buries her face in the pillow to scream.
At this point, I'm at a loss for words. She's spilling all she's saved in her head, convinced that I'm her ex-boyfriend. And it's all because she mistaken alcohol for orange juice.
There goes my heart.
Going at a fast rate because her complaints has deeply moved me.
I've known she's always desired me, but her anxieties have overshadowed everything.
But she just admitted to falling for me.
This implies that she feels the same way I do.
Kristen wanted to go home two hours ago, but she couldn't because of the alcohol she had. We'll stay here another night. Kristen's sniff draws my attention back to her, and I realize she's already in tears.
Oh fuck.
"I want this to end," she whines, breaking into a full-throated howl.
"I'm so sorry you're hurting for my sake," I say, taking her small hand in mine, "and I promise to fix things when we get back." Kristen's response is a gag.
I quickly back away from her.
Her cheeks are starting to swell, indicating that she wants to puke.
I rush out of bed to get a garbage can, and as I'm at it, my head whips to the window because I suddenly discern a presence there. But I don't see anything.
When I rush to check the window, I don't see anyone. I wish I could say it was all in my head, but I can't. As an Alpha, I am very keen to my surroundings.
Kristen's gags drag me away from the window.
She doesn't even vomit into the trash bin when I put it beside her.
It's my body she finds barf-worthy instead.
Empty everything in her stomach on me but I don't push her away, even though it's stomach upsetting and repulsive.
groan in disgust and gag myself, from the awful smell of undigested food and stale alcohol.
I am soaked in her vomit right from, from my chest down to my sweatpants.
Then she goes back to bed and closes her eyes.
I strip down to my boxers, muttering swear words. Because there are only the two of us here and no servants, I must clean everything myself.
I spent thirty minutes wiping Kristen's vomit from the bed and the floor; it was more difficult than I anticipated. This is the first time I've ever cleaned someone else's puke, but it's Kristen, so I won't take it personally.
I change into clean clothing after having a shower and thoroughly washing the stench of Kristen's vomit from my skin.
Kristen will be having a hangover when she wakes up and the alcohol won't leave her system completely until tomorrow morning.
There's no remedy here to help her, so I make my way out to get some medicinal leaves which I will boil and give her the water for drinking.
The fact that I haven't thought about Natalie since we arrived here proves that I'm not on the wrong track. Kristen doesn't want me to divorce her because she's afraid they'll fight, but I'm confident I'll have everything under control before that happens.
My face breaks with a smile as I recall Kristen's earlier attempt to disgust me in the kitchen.
Though it worked perfectly when she selected my body rather the bin to dispose her vomit.
The walk to fetch the leaves is only about five yards from the cabin, so I rush there since I want to get things done quickly.
When I return to the cottage, I see the door opened.
I blink, completely perplexed.
Because I made sure I shut the door before I left.
Did Kristen come out to look for me?
I doubt so because she was already asleep before I left and even if she wakes up, she'll be unable to walk all by herself without support.
Quickly, I dash into the cottage and stop in the room, only to find the bed empty with her nowhere in sight.
"Kristen?" I call out, going in search of her in the kitchen, bathroom, and everywhere inside the cottage but I can't find her.
What in the world is going on? I barely left her for a few minutes, and now she's gone? The fucking car is still parked in front of the cottage.
"Kristen!" With my hands at the corners of my mouth, I yell her name.
Why do I have the weird feeling that something is wrong?
Because I am tensed, my heart rate is higher than usual at this time. I won't be able to remain calm till I see her.
I rush back into the room, thinking if she slid out of bed and rolled underneath it while asleep.
But she's also not there.
My breathing is becoming more rapid as I imagine an intoxicated Kristen alone on the road, staggering with the intention of returning home.
Not until I notice her phone on the study table beside the dressing mirror.
Then it hits me like a tonne of bricks.
My mate has been kidnapped.