THE LYCAN KING'S AFFECTION

I sat awkwardly on the table as shouting, dancing and clinking of glasses went on. I felt like a misfit here so why exactly did I come? Harlow, my stepsister had informed me about our school reunion which was to happen tonight and here I was feeling so out of place. “ Come on, Mel stop acting so stiff,” Harlow nudged me in the ribs as she rolled her eyes in disgust. I and Harlow weren't like other stepsisters, you could say we were pretty close or at least we were on good terms so we really never squabbled. “ I don't think I should have come here,” I whispered my insecurity to her. “ Are you kidding me?” She scoffed. “ Don't you get tired of working your butt off every single day?” She rolled her eyeballs as she gulped down a shot of alcohol. Harlow was nice to me and we were rather close but even I couldn't deny that she could be rude and haughty most times but I guess that's her own charm. “ Not when you have bills to meet,” I poured a drink for myself and emptied it in my mouth. The sour and bitter taste hit hard once it was at the back of my tongue. I had little tolerance to alcohol but thinking of my mom lying sick in bed, the only way to stop myself from crying was to not be sober, right? Maybe a taste of bitterness would cancel it out. “ Tell you what?” She turned to me excited. “ What?” This time I was the one rolling my eyes. “ If you have fun like every other one else, I'll talk to dad for you about your mom's hospital bills,” she bargained. Though I was the legitimate child of the Theodore family, dad loved Harlow more. Once upon a time before he brought in his mistress, rather Harlow ’s mom, I used to be the best thing he had in his eyes but the moment Mom fell sick he didn't hesitate to deprive me of the love I've always had. “ Dad wouldn't spare a penny,” I scoffed as I took another shot. Before hearing my dad's name gave me utmost joy but after finding out that he had been cheating on Mom even before she fell sick, I couldn't help but loathe him. I had nothing against Harlow but I didn't like her mom or my dad. “ He will for me,” she said with pride. Sometimes I envied her confidence but I would be greedy to crave the attention she has now, wouldn't I? She was the same age as I was and so I understood how much she would want to be close to dad even if she liked me. I would do the same if I was in her shoes, after all, she wasn't the one who asked to be born illegitimately. “ Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I didn't want dad scolding her because of me. “ Only if you're willing to be loose tonight,” she smiled as she raised a glass to me. “ Just for tonight,” I sighed before laughing and she joined in. We clinked glasses and started drinking. I wasn't sure if hours had passed but after a while, the main host of the reunion suggested a drinking game which I wasn't up for. I didn't have much luck in this. “ I think I need to go home, Harlow,” I tapped Harlow on the thigh. My head was spinning and I felt hot, maybe I had drank a little too much. “ For real!? I mean, we just started the fun part,” she groaned. I knew she would have loved for me to stay for the game. “ I know but I feel terrible,” I complained as I held on to my head. “ How can you be wasted after just three bottles!? I knew your resistance was weak but I didn't think it was this bad,” she complained. Harlow had a really good tolerance, she knew how to hold her liquor no matter what. “ Please Harlow, let's just go home now. I think I'm gonna throw up,” I explained. “ Fine, but it's a little bit late to go home and dad wouldn't be exactly pleased to see you like this,” she sighed. “ You know what, I booked a room here at the hotel for us just in case we couldn't make it back home after drinking the night away. Here,” she handed me a bunch of keys. “ It's room 204, don't mix it up. You should be able to find your way there,” she said and before I could complain, she told me to go before I throw up on her. I walked towards the elevator staggering and hiccuping. The elevator door chimed open as I arrived at the floor I thought would have the room. “ W-what was the room number again?” I spoke to myself as I walked out of the elevator swaying from side to side. “ Oh,” I hiccupped. “ I think I've found it,” I squinted my eyes as I tried to read the room number. “ Room 404, that's right it's room 404,” I recollected. I stood in front of the door contemplating in my drowsiness. “ It's Room 404 she said right? That's right, it has to be after all I don't see any 204 in sight,” I placed my left hand horizontally over my eyes as I looked at the rooms along the corridor. “ It's not locked,” I said after noticing that the room door wasn't locked. “ Silly Harlow, she must have forgotten to lock the door,” I laughed between hiccups as I stepped in. I took off my shoes as I stepped into the room slamming the door shut behind me. I navigated my way through the suite as I took in the beauty of the place, it looked too expensive for Harlow to afford for a night. Not that our parents couldn't afford it, but it would be waste of money that I knew. Getting to the room, I was met with a masculine figure standing in front of a full body mirror. Maybe I was too drunk so I had began to hallucinate. “ So you're the one Butler Brown sent?“ He groaned as he ripped his shirt off. This was still all in my head right? The masculine figure approached me making me step back, I was beginning to think this was indeed real. I felt his breath against my face as my back came in contact with the wall, he smelt of expensive wine which overshadowed his cologne. “ Let's make this quick,” he wrapped his hands around my waist and I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. His aura intimidated me at the same time drew me in, if this was all in my head I might as well go all out. You don't get to meet hot guys every single day. I felt a sudden surge of electricity rush down my spine as he engulfed my lips in his. I melted at his very touch and began to wonder if I've ever felt this way when Liam kissed me. It must be this good because it was my own imagination. Soon our clothes lay scattered all over the rugged floor while we went all night lost in passion and pleasure. Under the dim light of the lava lamp, we made love multiple times with numerous gasps and breathy moans. I was exhausted but he never got tired and as much as I was tired, I wished the night would only last longer. * * * *