Novel & Cerita Drunk Alastor

Her eyes focus on me, swimming with confusion and fading pain. “Long time no see,” I say, my voice softer. I kneel, ignoring the protest of my ruined muscles. From a hidden inventory slot—one that just unlocked with my memories—I pull a small vial of inky black liquid. Soul-Anchor Tincture. A-Class. Horrendously expensive. I uncork it and tip it into her spectral mouth. She convulses once, then stills. The chaos in her eyes clears, solidifying into the sharp, intelligent gaze I remember. The gaze of Jenna Torres, my point-man and friend.

My eyes shot open, and in walked a man who seemed to have stepped out of some kind of mythological book. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and every bit as imposing as the rumors had described. His features were striking enough that I almost forgot to breathe. If anyone could have been mistaken for a Greek god, it was him. His aura was captivating. This was no ordinary man; this was the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack—Lucian Draven himself. And I was about to meet him. Lucian’s piercing blue eyes flicked from me to Aaron’s hand, still resting on my hair. The change in his expression was instant—his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched in a silent display of irritation.

My eyes were blurred while Kari grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Holy shit! Danny are you okay!?" She yelled over something. It sounded like sobbing. Was I crying? Sure enough, I was choking on my tears. She hugged me and pulled me away from the door. I focused on my breathing and tried to compose myself. Alastor was not happy, to say the least. He was growling, snarling, and snapping at everyone that wasn't me. But what matters is that he's in the holding cell and I'm still alive. Once I stopped crying, I walked toward the holding cell. Alastor was sitting in the back corner, glaring at everyone till his eyes landed on me. A look of determination flashed in his eyes. But it was gone mere

I tried my best to immerse myself in the conversations and distractions around me, hoping to push aside any lingering thoughts or desires. "And that was it. After the client nagged the fuck out, he went home and realized that the items he was looking for were right in front of him the whole time," Alastair said, shaking his head. His necktie was already loosened, and his eyes were glazed over, indicating that he had indulged in a few too many drinks. Though wolfshifters couldn't easily get drunk, Alastair seemed determined to test his limits. Despite his intoxicated state, he continued to share stories and entertain the crowd with his animated gestures. The chuckles only served to heighten h

He exhaled heavily as Alfos drew to a halt before him. "There you are..." His words hung briefly in the air between them as he surveyed the faint smile of satisfaction on the beta's lips. Was that a plump to his lips? The thought hovered in Draco's mind. "Were you drinking ale or...drinking...?" The lord was certain Alfos understood the other type of drink he meant. He raised a brow at Alfos as he scoffed. "Gods, no, Dracolian. I've never drunk a male's juices. Ever."

Especially as I had been bought outright and not just for the night. A strong waft of oak and maple fill my nose just as I’m about to take a bite of the burger. Shit! Another Wolf My back straightens and the hairs on my neck stand on end. The burger falls from my fingers as the man who won me appears. It’s only now that I see just how dark his eyes are, like onyx or a black hole, waiting to swallow me whole. The darkness signified his status in the world, an Alpha and that was the last thing I needed.

“Alpha? I don’t understand… weren’t you just here—” The sharp rasp of a zipper silenced me. Panic surged. “What are you doing? We can’t—not with her—” “She drugged me.” His voice cracked with fury. “She doesn’t deserve your mercy.” I froze. My thoughts stumbled over his words, but before I could question further, his eyes flickered gold, his wolf fighting for control. “I’m in haze, angel,” he rasped, trembling as if every muscle warred within him. “She laced my drink with something. And now all I can think about is being buried inside your sweet, warm cunt. Please. Let me, or I’ll burn alive.”

The sight of her only intensified Erica's dread, for she knew Alana was the orchestrator of her torment. Alana, fueled by sadistic amusement, turned on a nearby pipe, causing a powerful jet of water to burst forth. The water cascaded down upon Erica, drenching her and adding to her anguish. Her screams merged with the sound of the rushing water, a symphony of terror and despair. Alana's laughter pierced the air, blending with the torment of Erica. She reveled in the chaos she had created, delighting in Erica's suffering. With a triumphant grin, Alana fled the scene, leaving Erica to grapple with her wet clothes and wounded spirit.

For the first time since after she died, I let myself cry properly. That night, I was physically and mentally drained. My supply of life force was exhausted so he had to go into someone’s dreams that night. I concentrated and picked on a college student. He was one of the smarter ones, considering he read Ana Huang. He just moved up in my list of respect. I rarely ever say this but the sex was really good and his life force was intoxicating. I would’ve drunk more but I didn’t want it to affect him. I wave him bye, knowing I would never come back. There was, however, something different about him. Revived, I returned back to the reality and found something to eat. All that sex made me really

He concluded, before dropping the cup on a side stool. But he started feeling drowsy and hot. Was this an effect of the wine? He thought, unbuckling the top buttons of his shirt and reclining deeply into the sofa, his head resting on its apex. He shouldn't be feeling this, wolves had a high tolerance to alcohol. When the door opened slightly, he jerked up his head, and stared at the entrance. A girl stepped in. A girl with red hair. But she became two all of a sudden. What was wrong with him? Derek thought, as he battled to stay conscious. He was losing it. He knew he had been drugged. He knew he was weak to fight against it too, especially when the girl offed her clothing.