My Bestfriend’s Baby [MxW]

Bloodline’s Fault

Chapter 6 - Present - Millen

Millen could only think of how badly his head hurt as he woke up, groaning... The woman, who was supposed to be by his side, was far from being found, and her scent had already vanished from the room hours ago...

... He knew it very well, as his wolf nose would never mislead him about it, especially when it was such a familiar essence to him...

Cassie had been by his side for most of his life... And even though there were still many things she didn't know about him, it was something that would never change.

"How the heck... did I get so drunk?" Yet confused, nothing about that situation made sense to the Werewolf as he only realized how bad things were when he sat up in bed, feeling the icy cold wind of the air-conditioning against his naked skin.

It could sound stupid, like something silly, simple, but still, it was all that took for memories of last night to assault his mind in an endless flashback that he didn't wish to see or believe.

The sight of the nude female figure of his best friend was so clear before his eyes that he could still visualize it even in the darkness.

He could easily see how the dark strands of her hair lay against the light pillowcases when he turned his head to the side.

... He knew she could be there as usual earlier, but not like this...

"You're a wolf! A DAMN WEREWOLF! You don't get drunk like Humans, STUPID HYBRID BODY!"

As he moved around the room, Millen began to criticize himself, talking about the other half of his bloodline... The Witch part of it.

Unlike Werewolves, young Witches were easy to get intoxicated by Human drinks effortlessly.

And, even if his wolf side made him stronger when compared to other Witches of his age... There was nothing that the Hybrid man could do against the one that almost made him fall to the floor while he was distracted with his thoughts.

... It was as if the bottle on the wooden floor laughed at him, asking if he genuinely didn't know how it was possible...

The drink was part of the special collection on the suite his parents had set aside for him to use at the resort.

Of course, some might tell him that it wasn't his cleverest idea to let his Human friend know about his bedroom there or his collection’s location, yet in those nearly twenty years of friendship with Cassandra, it was something the Hybrid wolf had never to worry about with her.

Cassie had always been smart since she was young, but she was still clueless about the Supernatural world to the point that Millen found himself wondering if she really wasn't aware of anything about his family or if she just preferred to pretend not to see the truth of what she couldn't understand, and as it is said…

... Blue rose...

... The fact that Cassie knew where his Blue Roses bottles were never bothered him due to this very same reason, even if it wasn't something Humans should touch or drink. Millen knew Cassandra would never let any of it touch her mouth… or at least, it was what he assumed.

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Thoughts of throwing the bottle across the room crossed my mind so quickly that I almost did it right away before a moment of clarity stopped me, preventing my useless act of rage.

I mean, would that help me to calm the confused and messy feelings I had right now? Yes, maybe it would.

But it would be only a momentary relief that wouldn't be enough to erase what has been done, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth as more and more I had no doubt that it had actually happened...

I didn't want to believe it was true, but I could only blame my stupid self for it all.

I knew very well how Cassandra could act when she drank too much, and I had always been grateful that the fact that Human drinks didn't work for me allowed me to take care of her at such moments.

This simple unspoken trust that we always had each other's back was one main reason why she often felt free to go this far without putting limits on her bad habits when she was with me.

Cassie was aware I would keep her safe, and even though I couldn't say that it was always a good thing, I liked to be the one she could trust this much.

She was one of the few Human friends I had, yet unlike the others, she never doubted my attitude or secrets in all the years we had known each other, always reminding me about how a 'normal' person should be all the time without even knowing it.

... However, now, it all would be broken because I stupidly decided to help comfort her by accompanying her on her bad habit as if tomorrow would never come...

I had no doubt about the kinds of questions that must be going through Cassie's mind and how awkward it would be for us to meet again, taking away the usual closeness that gave us free access to each other's lives.

"Stupid Witch bloodline... Stupid weaknesses..."

It was hard for me not to curse myself as I ran a hand through my hair before both moved to my face, hiding it as I sat down on the small couch there.

Ironically, Cassandra had been the one who pickeit up for me after she decided I needed one here as she had no doubts I would use it quite often when the place was done.

… yes, she wasn't wrong about it, but, right now, the only thing it made me think about was the contrast its marsala color had against her light skin...

“DAMN!!! STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, MILLEN!”

In an atypical growl, I spoke to myself, slapping my head a few times as if it could make such thoughts of mine go away before a sign of hope came back to me.

“Should I…?”

I didn't care that I was talking to myself out loud as I looked down at my hands, thinking about how I might not be powerful like older Witches to do it, or even others Witches of my age who were not Hybrids.

Nevertheless, I did still have enough power to erase Cassandra's and my memories from the previous night... I could do it if I wished… okay, it was a lie, but I did have enough to turn it all into some simple silly, weird dream at least. We would never need to talk about it.