The Alpha King's Redemption

4;Emotions

His eyes gave me a once over for reasons only known to him, and I would be lying if I say I want overly aware of the movement of his eyes. His head tilted to the side only slightly, seemingly no longer interested in the Alpha wolf in front of him, chatting away.

Unable to help myself, I darted my tongue out to swipe it across my suddenly chapped lips, and his eyes followed the action as well, and when he quirked a brow effortlessly, I knew I was screwed.

Fuck.

I looked away, chugging down the leftover pixie wine. It tastes like strawberry and vanilla, sweet to the core and yet, it’s the most intoxicating drink known to wolves.

“Another, please.” I placed the cup down, pushing it in the direction of the bartender.

He gave me a look that screamed worry regarding my impending addiction, but did as told when he saw the look I flashed his way. I am in no mood to entertain anyone’s judging eyes. They have no idea the situation I’m in.

When he placed another filled flute in front of me, I picked it up and tilted my head back, bringing it to my lips to chug it down yet again.

However, just as the tip of it touched my lips, warm hands enclosed mine, the warmness seeping through every pore of my being.

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach when my eyes fell on Area whom stood in front of me with an expressionless façade I knew we’ll enough. He tries to hide it, but I could tell from the little crease on his forehead that he's worried.

“That’s enough, Sof.” He lightly took the drink from my slackened hand, dropping it aside. His eyes held mine, his lips curled downwards into a small frown. “you’ve had enough for one night.”

His eyes, they tempt me to stare into it. There’s a certain pull dragging me towards him, but I try to fight against it even if it took every fiber in my being. My eyes dropped to his lips set into a frown, and weirdly enough, all I can think about is how tempting it looks.

I was seconds away from succumbing and doing what my head screamed at me to. But, I managed to get a grip of myself and blinked away just in time.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling loudly, I drew my gaze away from him and rested it on the champagne, attempting to take it. “Just let me take this one.” I muttered, my fingers wrapping around the flute. “I’d lose my mind otherwise.” I added in a low voice, refusing to meet his gaze else I’d lose my senses completely.

Ares pushed it away, and with a simple glance at the bartender, the wolf took the drink and disappeared along with the others there.

Ares’s hand slipped into mine tenderly, intertwining our fingers. “You have low alcohol tolerance, no more.” He pulled me towards him, despite my futile attempt to pull away. My strength is unmatched to his though.

His other hand snaked around my shoulder, pulling me close while the other remained intertwined with mine.

I tried to pull away yet again. “Let me go, Rowan.” I mumbled, trying to push him away because I fear being in his embrace will only make my mind run haywire.

I’m already crazy enough, I need not make any graver mistakes.

“You’re drunk, I’ll take you to your room.” He steered us away from the place, making his way down the corridor.

“I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy.” I really am not drunk, else, we wouldn’t be standing there in his arms.

“Sure you aren’t.” He didn’t seem convinced in the slightest. “You need to rest; it’s been a long day.” He muttered instead, his thumb drawing soothing circles on my shoulder.

I wanted to argue and peel myself away from him, every rational sense the little I have left anyway tells me I should. However, I loved being in his arms even if it isn’t in the way I would’ve wanted.

I would take every little thing I’m given, perhaps then, I’d be able to move on without any regrets when the time comes.

We came to a sudden halt, making me lift my head up to look around, saddened by the fact that we’ve reached our destination faster than I would’ve preferred.

However, I realize we are a few doors away, and there are people around the area, no doubt guests, chattering away. I groaned slightly, my head aching due to the noise. I’m really starting to regret taking that much pixie dust wine.

Ares must’ve noticed the action, because he steered me away from the hallway, taking a turn down another familiar path. I had an inkling where we’re headed though, and I’m supposed to raise concerns about it but I didn’t.

I didn’t want to.

We soon came to another stop in front of another oddly familiar room. I blinked, my senses slowly returning as the intoxication slowly began to wear off. We burn off alcohol faster than humans, so we don’t s tipsy for long.

“No one would bother you here.” Ares stated as he closed the door behind him. He helped me reach the bed, pulling away the duvet as I got my feet on it, albeit reluctantly.

I was vaguely aware of every little thing then, and aware he no doubt has no such ideas like that in my mind.

I leaned my head on the soft pillow of his, his scent instantly filling my senses while he pulled the cover of the duvet to cover me up. His hand rested on my head for a few seconds.

“Rest up.” He muttered, preparing to turn around and leave the room.

Without much thought, I extended my hand to grasp his wrist, halting his steps. He stopped, then turned around to look at me.

“Do you need something?” He inquired softly. “Or is there anything you don’t like?”

I shook my head, my lips set into a tight line. “If I hoard your room, where will you stay?” I don’t mean to intrude, despite it not being the first time I’ve slept in his room.

But, those days were long before, even before we fully grasped our senses. When we did, no such things happened.

The corners of his lips tilted upwards only slightly, I could make it out even with the dim light of the lamp on the bedside cabinet. “The Alpha’s Wing is now mine, so…”

So, this room is no longer his. At least, not when he has a whole floor to himself.

“Oh,”

His smile widened slightly, as he used his other hand to take off mine on his wrist. He dropped it on the bed softly, his thumb lingering on the back of my hand. “Sleep, Sof. You seem drained. Let’s talk in the morning, hmm?”

Don’t do it. A voice warned in my mind.

Don’t. I chanted in my mind.

I know I shouldn’t. Everything I’ve known since this point warned me not to take the step my stupid heart is promoting me to take.

Unlike how I am rational most times, I did the stupidest thing I could ever do. I’d blame it on the alcohol though.

I sat up, placing my lips on his without a second thought.

I felt him still.