Novel & Cerita Drunk Alastor

Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link. “Bring her here,” I said firmly. “But, Alpha, aren't you in injuries?” “Just shut up, Alkane! Bring her here right now!” I exclaimed, distraught, at doctor Daleon. “You stay here; a woman allegedly brought medicine for my wounds, but I need you to check the quality and see if it can truly heal me.” “This doctor will obey,” he says, agreeing. I sat back in my swivel chair, continuing to pour wine into my glass.

I smiled widely at her, making her a bit surprised as she wondered why I’m not shaking in fear already. “Congratulations, Princess. You are the first lycan to get rid of Your Highness without breaking a sweat. And come to think of it, where did you find the mixture to get so high in this human restaurant. Because last I checked, there is only one place in this city that we can get so high, and that is Mavericks Night Club. They know how to mix our special drinks there, in fact, they are the only ones that have the things we need t get high. So tell me bitch, how did you get so intoxicated?” I asked her mockingly, and I smirked evilly when her eyes went wide with shock. I guess she thought sh

I nearly dropped my glass. "Can't sleep?" Alaric was standing there, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. He had stripped off his suit jacket and tie, the top buttons of his white shirt undone. He looked less like the untouchable CEO and more like the man I used to watch from the stairs when he visited my father. "The room is a bit quiet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I focused on filling my glass from the dispenser, my hands trembling just enough for the ice to clink against the rim.

Then Adrian appeared with two drinks and the careful expression of someone who knew he was on uncertain ground. Our fingers touched when he passed me the cup. The bond hummed, warm and involuntary. Treacherous. I hate you, I thought at no one in particular. I mean myself, mostly. Then someone, somewhere, made an extremely questionable decision, and the punch was spiked with fae herb.

Then Arthur tells about the incident that has happened. '' So, you saw her naked ?'' asks she. '' Yeah .. why ?'' he asks. '' It must have been nice to see her naked '' she says. '' No it wasn't'' he sternly denies. '' She must have been the daughter of elder elf Eris, who went to the valley of death and returned '' Stella says. '' The valley of death? where the alchemist is ?'' he asks. '' Yes, she went there and returned alive but how did she drown ?'' she asks. '' She said one of the kids there threw a stone at her and she drowned '' he replies.

He frowns when he sniffs the wine for the second time. “There's nothing wrong with the wine. The steak seems perfectly normal to me." He says. The ambulance arrives and they carry me through the back door of the pack house. I close my eyes in embarrassment of been carried around. How can the world's strongest Alpha be reduced to this? Alena stays by my side and she keeps reassuring herself...that's right, she is reassuring herself, not me that we would be fucking fine. I try to keep my eyes open, but the drug is too fucking strong, even for a strong Alpha like me.

“You stupid—ugh! Vampires don’t get drunk because liquors don’t affect our brain but it affects our stomach! If you keep drinking like this, you won’t get drunk but surely, you’ll have your stomach go upside down! Why do you keep doing this?!” Aleister went out the bathroom and proceeds to drink water in the kitchen. He ignored his mother who keeps on yelling at him. “Are you seriously going to kill yourself?! If your father sees this—” “He doesn’t need to see this for him to get disappointed at me. Besides, I’m not going to die just because of alcohol. Why are you even here?” “Why? Am I not allowed to be here now? Is it because you’re dating someone? Is she here?”

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

He then jumped all the way up to the outer side of the glass and looked me straight in the eye with his malicious smile. This man was the definition of a demon. If you thought Xander was bad, meet Alister. He was dressed in a black suit with a lot of silver jewelry on his torso, neck, and chest, and a tonne of rings on both hands. He had vibrant green eyes and jet-black hair. His skin was as pale as ever, his lips, a prominent red color. His general physic was a skinny build. He was an absolute maniac.

"I called you here to discuss us." I had ordered a small starter, nachos with cheese and avocado, because I couldn't drink on an empty stomach. The food was good, but I barely tasted it. Across from me, Liam finished the last of his whisky and set the glass down with quietness. His full attention settled on me. I could already see the shift in him, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his expression cooled into something closer to anger and restraint. "I figured," he said, his voice flat.