Angel Blackwood(37)

Axel bends down and takes my hand in his as he looks me dead in the eye, “Alpha Caspian would never cause harm to you if you didn’t deserve it. He treats his woman with respect and gives them everything they need. But like any wolf, he has a dark side. That said, his may be darker than usual, and if you’re not on his “good side” he can be a very dangerous man. Be careful, Angel. I think Nixon is right about keeping your distance from him. I just don’t know how easy that will be. Alpha always gets what he wants, no matter the consequences.” This makes me tremble and reach out for Nixon’s beer before he gets a chance to sip it. I down the ice cold beer, then do a little squeamish dance not liking the taste of it…at all.

Axel chuckles and Nixon snatches the empty bottle from my hands with a scowl.

“I really need a pee.” I stand abruptly and rest my hand on Axel’s shoulders when I lose my balance. I let out a giggle and cover my hand with my mouth as I continue to put one foot in front of the other.

“This really is harder than it looks,” I mumble, as I focus on my steps toward the bathroom. I can hear Nixon lecturing Axel about giving me alcohol, but Axel just tells him to relax a little and enjoy life.

After nearly falling asleep sitting on the toilet, I learn a valuable lesson. Never close your eyes while peeing, especially if you’re really tired. I giggle to myself looking at the little shiner I have above my left eyebrow where my head hit the wall near the toilet. Luckily enough my ass was planted on that toilet seat and never left. I woke up as soon as my head hit the wall and the surprise was nearly enough to sober me up.

Nearly.

Now I have a split lip and a shiner on my forehead, as well as a hand printed bruise on my hip… Great.

After washing my hands, I wobble my way through the little hallway back towards the balcony where the boys were sitting moments before. But this time there’s another deep voice added to the mix.

I stand frozen in place.

Caspian.

The three of them don’t notice me standing in the living room, watching as they chuckle to themselves. Nixon, the traitor, hands him a beer and laughs at something he says; totally under Caspian’s charming spell.

I quickly shut my eyes, praying he can’t see me through the glass windows or sliding door. I laugh when I think of what an idiot I’m being.

“Close your eyes and he can’t see you? Really, Angel?” I whisper to myself. I quickly cover my mouth and turn around to creep back down the hallway before they see me. I’ve just reached the guest room where I’ll be staying, when a deep voice causes me to halt with my hand on the open door.

“Trying to hide?” He asks.

I look up, trying to give him my Little Miss Innocent look.

“No!” It comes out sounding unsure.

The hallway is dark, the only light coming from the open bathroom door and the room behind me. But I clearly see his big intimidating form as he walks closer to me. He stops inside the room, his body taking up the entire doorway, boxing me in.

“I don’t like liars,” he simply says, looking me up and down, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. His blond hair is combed over neatly, he has a grey sweater on and snug looking jeans. He really is good looking and he knows it.

I wrap my arms around myself self-consciously.

“Then you won’t like me, I’m the biggest liar of all-time. The things I’ve lied about have hurt a lot of people. I’m a horrible person, you won’t like me,” I slur in my tipsy state.

He frowns as if this doesn’t please him, making me even more uneasy.

“You’re drunk,” he states, a smirk forming on his face as he continues to stare at me.

I turn around from him and walk towards the bed. I try walking in a confident straight line, but I stumble a bit and giggle to myself as I flop my back down on the bed.

“I’m not drunk,” I say, through inebriated giggles.

“No?” He sounds amused.

“Nope. I’m tipsy and it feels really good.” I smile to myself as I lay there extraordinarily happy.

“I see. Wonder what your father will say about this. Doubt he’ll be too happy with Nixon since he’s supposed to be looking after you.” I hear the click of the door as it shuts. My breath catches and I quickly sit up, resting on my elbows I come face to face with Caspian as he saunters in my direction.

The door behind him closed.

“Don’t you dare tell him, Caspian.” I frown at him.

I don’t expect him to grin at me, but he does, and this only deepens my glare.

What the hell?

“Alpha Caspian,” he says.

I raise my eyebrow then move backwards on the bed as he comes closer. “You’re not my Alpha.” I scoff, as my tipsiness starts to wear off.