Chapter 110 110
Alexander's POV
“Let me go, you coward” Danica slurred drunkenly, then laughed afterwards, snatching her hand from my grip.
And I let her, maybe it was because I was distracted or maybe I just thought she might hurt herself from twisting too much.
Whatever it was, I immediately knew it was a mistake the moment she started staggering back. One step after another.
“Danica!” My tone was a low warning growl.
“Don't call me that!” She yelled, taking another step back, a bit more unsteady than the last. “You're such a a fucking coward! You know that right?” She muttered, laughing again.
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration because I knew two more steps and she would end up falling and wounding herself so hard.
“Come on, Dani. You're going to fall” I muttered a bit more calmly. She stopped walking, meeting my gaze with surprised little blinks of her heavy eyes. But it only lasted for a few seconds before she took another step back.
“That fall is going to hurt so bad, just so you know” I added, taking a step forward.
“Maybe not as bad as my hurting heart right now. You know, maybe it'll be the perfect distraction I needed to remind myself not to get hurt by your snappy reactions to me recently. A bigger wound would be perfect!” She muttered, slowly. Then she took the last step I dreaded.
My wolf's instincts worked even before any reflexes could react. I was behind her within a millisecond, catching her before she hit the ground in a nasty fall.
Her breath seized, a mixture of disappointment and smugness glinting in her eyes.
“That was such a bummer! You can't even watch me crack a few bones in front of you? Why? Because a few club members are watching? Is that it?” She asked, her tone soft, barely audible but I heard her clearly.
“Would you have caught me if it were Martha?” She asked, pulling up on me deliberately. Like she wanted me to feel every inch and curves of her body.
I didn't pull back. I couldn't even if I wanted to. Her arms went around my neck, her dim eyes daring and annoyingly hot. The sight of her face flushed furiously, alcohol flowing through her blood streams, and her parted lips sent a rush of adrenaline straight to my groin.
‘What would it feel like to take her half drunk, against a wall, tied to my bed and fucked hard until she sobered up enough to moan my name like a prayer?’ the thought ran through my fucked up mind.
“I want to go back home, Alexander!” Martha muttered sternly, choosing that moment to ruin this perfect tension.
“And?” I threw back immediately, sending her a freezing glare. I could see her visibly shiver, but of course, that wasn't enough to keep her in check.
“You brought me here, we're leaving together as well” she responded like it was an obvious fact.
Who the hell does she think she was? My fucking godmother?
“First, I didn't bring you here, you tagged along like some lost puppy in a lagoon. And secondly, we're not going back together. I'm leaving with her, do you understand?” I asked, choosing my words carefully enough for her to grasp every single word.
She probably didn't. And if she did, she was doing well to ignore my words.
I turned to Danica, pulling her by her wrist until we got to my car. At some point, I had to pick her up as her steps got unsteady.