Sinful Alphas

Sinful Alphas

Clara

“I… I’m…Brandon’s s-sister.” I admitted.

He glowered at me, his blue eyes flickering to… gold?

Stunned, I gasped and stared up at him when Xavier grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a corner.

I let out the breath I was holding, and try my best to calm my beating heart.

I blinked multiple times as my mind replayed what just happened.

What the hell was that?

His eyes were blue… but then they flickered to gold.

I couldn’t have just imagined it.

I shook my head. Maybe it was nothing. A trick of the light.

There is no way anyone can change the color of their eyes when they’re furious. It must have been all the alcohol. I’m still hungover from last night, and Xavier was a gentleman to protect me from all the guys hitting on me at the club, and call Brandon over to take me home.

For once, my brother is actually helping me out this time, and not the other way around.

I can trust him. That means I can trust Xavier.

Glancing at the corner where the two stood with their backs turned to me, I could see in their eyes that they were communicating. What I found strange however was that it was like their lips aren’t moving at all.

My head is pounding, and I groaned.

Maybe turning to alcohol to drown my sorrows wasn’t a good idea. I’m extremely hungover, making me see things that are impossible.

I blinked and tried to focus straight ahead when the world started to spin, and I felt my knees turn to jelly.

I couldn’t feel my legs, my head pounding harshly as the world blurred all around me. When I thought I’d fall face first onto the floor, a muscular arm wrapped tightly around my waist, hauling me back up and supporting me to stand straight on my feet.

“Easy, there. You feeling alright?” I turned my head, my eyes narrowing at the worried look on Xavier’s face. Standing behind him was the man who looked like he wanted to kill me at first glance, yet the same look of worry flashed in his eyes.

My heart thumped.

No one ever looked at me like that before.

I mentally shook the thoughts out of my head before the wrong thoughts start pouring in.

I cleared my throat, and offered him a half-smile, then the man with no name came forward.

I locked eyes with him, and watched as the softness in his eyes start to disappear.

He ripped his eyes away from me and walked away.

“Sorry about that, he’s my brother. He usually is in a good mood.” Xavier groaned, staring after him as he disappeared into one of the large doors before turning to look at me.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get along soon just fine,” he smiles cheerfully, making me feel warm inside, and I nodded.

I hope so.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” He continued, taking my suitcases.

He didn’t let me touch one of them and I felt so embarrassed. I didn’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of his kindness. He already offered a room for free, and I came here hungover while also managing to piss off his brother.

The moment the door swung open before my eyes, I nearly choked and vomited every last drop of gin I consumed the night prior.

“H-huge…” It was huge!

Not to mention, it had everything in it. A kitchen, bathroom, a living room, and a separate room with its own bathroom. My mouth agape, I slowly turned to look at Xavier, eyes wide in disbelief.

“This is a mistake… I – I thought you were offering a small room, not a luxury apartment,” I looked between him and the entire space that he’s offering to be mine.

“Well, this is the smallest one we have,” he shrugged, like it was nothing.

My mouth drops and I just stare at him.

“But I can’t afford all… this,” I gestured toward the apartment.

This has to be a joke. He must be making fun of me. This has to be his or his brother’s and not something he is just willing to give to a stranger, even if my brother is their close friend.

“You don’t have to, it’s yours now,”

I look at Xavier who gives me another smile.

I open my mouth to say something else but he leaves me to it without another word, closing the door shut behind him.

No way is this happening. There should be some mistake.

I go to sit on their white, luxurious couch. It looks so clean and perfect, making me look down at my wrinkled clothes which I haven’t yet washed since Zach kicked me out of our apartment.

I didn’t want to dirty their couch so I remained standing and took out my 5-year-old Samsung phone, trying to contact my brother.

It took me a while to go to and switch apps since the screen was partially shattered in the middle of my argument with Zach. He carelessly threw it, and refused to pay for the cost of repair when I asked him to.

I manage to call his number, and waited. Three times, he did not pick up.

I took a deep breath and tried to think.

I should try talking to Xavier, I thought to myself before letting out a tired yawn.

It was a five-hour drive away from the city, which I thought was fine since I could take my work anywhere. I work remotely for a private company.

I sighed. I guess I’ll have to make do for now.

I stripped my clothes off, yearning for a hot shower. Being only in my lace bra and panties sure feels nice and comfortable.

“Damn that ass.” A deep, gravelly voice echoed, and my steps halt.