Liam’s POV
Getting Chey back to the hotel was absolutely hilarious because she kept saying the first thing to come to mind. Jenna and Royce were so tickled that they kept asking her random questions, wanting to hear what she would say.
Turns out, she’s more afraid of Phoebe than she is of Riker, not that I blame her. Phoebe is really aggressive in her pursuit of Cheyenne, but because Chey doesn’t really understand the difference between flirting and being friendly, she literally had no clue until the woman actually told her what she was after.
“What did you say back?” Royce asks, disturbing Chey who was in the middle of falling asleep.
“I-I don’t remember,” she admits, chuckling as though it’s funny.
Her laughter is infectious, so it makes Royce and I laugh too, but eventually, we leave her alone. Jenna is already passed out, so her mate takes the opportunity to question me.
“How are we doing this?”
“What are you talking about?” I look at the man quizzically, but he gives me the same look right back.
“How long has it been?”
“I’m not going to touch her if that’s what you think.”
“Look bro… Don’t hit me with an attitude. I saw the way you pushed Chey away, and I’ve been in your shoes.”
I now know that Jenna was throwing herself at Royce for years before we left for school, but the man never touched her; at least that’s what he says.
“It’s been too long, but Chey isn’t at risk.” I don’t admit to having a reaction to her earlier, but I’m sure my beta already knows.
“If you want, she can sleep with Jenna, and I can sleep with you.” That sounds tempting, but my sister scares the sh*t out of us by leaning forward and glaring at her mate.
“Who the hell are you sleeping with?” She asks, likely only hearing the tail end of the conversation.
“My love, you are the only person I will be sleeping with for the rest of my life.” My sister sits back again, and I find myself chuckling over how scared Royce is to lose her.
I know that he did certain things to make her dislike him, but I don’t know the extent of how far he went. I also know that if it weren’t for Chey, he would have gotten rejected without remorse.
Back at the hotel, I toss Chey over my shoulder, laughing at the woman’s reaction.
“Do you know that I can kill you?” She mumbles, smacking the small of my back in irritation.
“Relax Chey, it’s just me.” Her body goes limp, and based on the whispers of the club goers returning at the same time as us, she’s passed out again.
“What the f*ck bro?!” Riker lifts the part of Chey’s body that slumped over my back, making me glare at the man. “Show some respect for such a beautiful and sweet girl.”
I’ve heard rumors that he can become sentimental when drunk, but this is the first time I’m actually witnessing it; however, he’s still right. The way I’m holding Chey is so devoid of emotion that people may get suspicious, so I switch her into the bridal position.
“I know that you aren’t serious about her,” the man whispers, but the barefoot and super drunk woman he walked in with wraps her arms around his waist, distracting him from his thoughts.
Sadly, the truth is the truth, and if Porsha had actually shown up tonight, everyone would already know that Chey isn’t my girlfriend. Nonetheless, I take the man’s words as a warning, and tell myself that I need to be more considerate if I want word that I’ve moved on to get back to my ex.
“You two good?” Royce mind-links, likely already back in his suite with my sister.
I tell the man that we are just entering the elevators, but I get no response, making me shudder with the thought of what could be distracting him.
Chey is starting to wake, and it’s clear that she’s uncomfortable, so I set her on the bed, and take off her shoes, but she suddenly starts complaining of being hot, and tries to take off her dress.
I jump on the woman, hoping to stop her from showing me too much of her body. I already won’t be able to un-know that Chey is sexy as f*ck, and I’m afraid that if I see her naked, I’ll never be able to look at her the same ever again.
“Chey… wait… don’t!” I’m holding the woman still with my body weight, and she’s looking at me through the slits of her eyes, still on the verge of sleep. “I don’t know what you’re wearing underneath. Please, please don’t do this to me.”
“I’m hot.” I release the girl, telling her that I’ll get her a shirt to change into, but I turn around to see that she hasn’t listened to me at all.
Cheyenne is my friend’s sister, and I have no intention of disrespecting her, but I’m also a man with needs, and it’s been painfully long, so I find myself staring at her round and firm ass for an extended period.
When I was little, there was a song with a chorus of ‘ass, ass, ass, ass, ass…’ Back then, I didn’t understand why it was popular with males, but right now, it’s the only thing playing in my mind.
I move closer to the woman, still trying to reel in my raging wolf who wants nothing more than to pull her onto all fours and fill her with every inch of my… I stop myself, knowing that a primal desire is fueling my thoughts to mate with and mark someone.
Chey works out a lot, but because Dallas taught her that it’s important for her to remain agile, she doesn’t body build the way other pack fighters do, so she’s still soft to the touch, not that I touch her often, but I know from interactions we’ve had on this trip that Chey’s mate is going to be extremely happy with her figure.
“Chey… Please take the shirt.” The girl is out again, and I begin to tremble as the sweet smell of snickerdoodle hits my nose.
She doesn’t always smell this good to me, but because I’m thinking with my d*ck right now, she could probably smell like fish, and I would still find it pleasant.
I’ve never been in this sort of situation before, especially during a time where I’m pent up and ready to pounce on anyone willing, and before I know what’s happening, I’m straddling Chey, who’s still face down on the bed.
My erection is pushing against my jeans in such a painful way that I almost have to mind-link Royce, but Jenna may kill him if he leaves her to help me with a nearly naked Cheyenne.
“Chey… I’m really struggling right now. Please put this shirt on or I might do something stupid.” Cheyenne isn’t responding because she’s out cold. She’ll likely be sick when she wakes up, and it’s that thought that pulls me out of the lustful state I was in.
Cheyenne is drunk and can’t consent, so I take a deep breath and struggle to pull the shirt over her head without flipping her over. The girl’s body is limp, so I have to move her arms to pull them through the sleeves, however, I can’t tug it down fully, so I just cover her bottom half with the blanket.
I really want to call someone to relieve me for the night, but I’m afraid to leave Chey alone, so I climb into the shower and please myself, yet again.
Done, I lay in bed, closing my eyes as I try to find sleep, but out of nowhere, Chey wraps her arms around me.
I tense, not knowing what to do, but since the girl is out of it, I simply allow it to happen. If I were a lesser man, this situation could have been bad, but as of right now, Chey is safe. Still, I plan to make sure she never does anything this stupid ever again.
Chey’s POV
I woke up with the worst headache of my life, but the pain is soon replaced by the fear of being in different clothing. I scramble to my feet, and I almost faint when I hear the shower running.
I don’t think Alpha Liam would violate me, but I can’t remember how I got back or who changed my clothes, so I stand there trembling like a fool as I stare at the bathroom door.
As soon as it swings open, I wait for the man to speak, but Alpha Liam just unhappily glares at me.
“Do you have any idea what happened last night?” My eyes go wide in horror before he throws a nearby shoe at me, prompting me to dodge. “Not 'that' stupid, but if I had been someone else… Chey… You took off your clothes in front of me.”
I really don’t get the whole wolf nudity rules yet, so I’m really confused, especially since the man is literally standing in front of me in nothing more than a towel.
I wanted to continue the conversation, but an intense pain stops me from talking, and I’m suddenly too dizzy to stand.
“Sh*t… I forgot that you’ve never been drunk before.” I don’t know when Liam put on a pair of shorts, but the man helps me stand and hands me an energy drink. “Drink this. We’ll go grab breakfast as soon as I’m done getting dressed.” I nod my head, still feeling dizzy as I do, but about midway through the drink, I get so nauseous that I sprint to the restroom.
This feeling is eerily similar to the time I was drugged, and I can’t help but to tremble as Alpha Liam desperately tries to comfort me. The man draped his towel over my bottom half, reminding me that I’m wearing nothing but a thong under his shirt, but I’m too sick to care.
“Did someone give me something?” I force out, wiping the side of my mouth without attempting to stand because I don’t trust myself to put distance between my face and the toilet.
“You mixed too many liquors, and this is a valuable life lesson.” I glare at my future alpha, but he just chuckles, turns on the shower, and instructs me to ‘freshen up.’
It’s not long before Jenna comes in wearing sunglasses, and it’s only then that I get a look at the time.
“It’s noon?” I sadly ask, lamenting because that means I already missed the complimentary breakfast.