Chosen By the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 15: Trapped

I didn't quite remember the drive back to the house, but for some reason, I really wanted to see Alpha Parker. I had this longing for him that I couldn't decipher. I mean, do I even like him? Of course, not!

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway of the pack house and I stumbled through the front door with a bottle in my hand, refusing the help they offered me.

"It's fine... I can walk—walk on my own," I slurred, my palms stopping them. Weirdly, Kyra seemed fine and was even laughing with me. She raised her hands in defeat and tried to stifle her smile. "Alright, if you say so!"

We got inside the house and I frowned when I didn't see Alpha Parker in sight.

I flashed a needy pout and looked around, to no surprise. With that, I decided to capture his attention.

"We're home!" I yelled drunkenly, putting all my effort into my voice.

Parker's POV

"We're home!" Aubrey squealed for the second time and stumbled her way over to me as I got down. She eventually wrapped her arms around my waist, catching me off guard.

I froze on the spot as she hugged me for the first time, the sparks making Roger howl pleasantly. For the first time in my life, butterflies swarmed in my stomach. It was then that I smelled the alcohol lingering around Aubrey.

"Aubrey?" I mumbled as she looked up into my eyes. My heart leaped for no reason, and it left me absolutely speechless.

"Yes, my loving mate?" she slurred, tilting her head cutely. Chuckles came from behind her, but I didn't react. Still, I felt somewhat shocked at the compliment. I wasn't exactly used to receiving them. But who am I kidding? It's not her that's talking. It's the fucking alcohol.

"Are you drunk?" I asked.

"N—No!" She refused to tell the truth and pulled away from me with a pout.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. "She's drunk," I stated the obvious, letting anger flood through my tone. Troy looked away, but my sister said, "I had no idea she would act like this! Stop looking at me that way!"

I frowned at her and was about to talk back, but a giggle snapped me out of our argument. I listened intently to the beautiful sound, realizing that I had never heard Aubrey laugh before. We all turned to her as she sat on the sofa with a bottle in hand.

"Damn it. You even let her take the bottle home?!" I asked Kyra, who also seemed intoxicated but not as much.

"I don't know! I guess she must've snuck it out of the restaurant. Relax! It's not like we stole the drinks. Also, I'm not the one to blame here! Maybe she's drinking because of how much you're stressing her out!" Kyra shrugged, her body swaying from side to side.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you," I mumbled and strode towards my mate. She was still drinking the empty bottle of champagne, seemingly longing for the drink. I sat down beside her, my eyes wandering over her face. For once, the worry that plagued her light eyes dissipated. The alcohol must've done its job with great effort.

"Aubrey! You need to stop drinking that," I said, hoping she would back down. However, she only looked my way with a strange gaze.

"Why? Is it illegal for me to drink this?"

I was taken aback by her sassy response. "N—No, but—"

"Then I'll keep drinking it. Tch! Why do you always have to come between me and the things I love?" she muttered, and my stomach churned. I'd never felt guilty before, but the way she spoke with great annoyance made me feel disgraced somehow.

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my voice in check.

"Well, you just stole me from my parents, friends, and siblings! Now, you're going to steal my soda too?"

Troy snickered upon hearing her words, so I looked his way with a glare. He immediately puckered up and dragged Kyra away, who was also half-asleep, leaving the two of us here.

"Aubrey, that's how finding your mate works. Besides, this isn't soda, so give it to me," I said and took the bottle away from her hand.

"No! I need that. It keeps the bad memory away," she said with knitted brows, her fruity breath washing over my face. I resisted the urge to seize her lips, and the words she blurted out made it easier for me.

"The bad memories?" I questioned, feeling intrigued. Maybe there was much more about her. I've always thought that Aubrey was a simple girl living a rebellious life from the information I gathered from her previous Alpha, but now, maybe she had some sort of history she wasn't ready to disclose. What else could she have been hiding?

"Yeah..." she drunkenly admitted in a nonchalant manner. Upon hearing that, I let my mind wonder what bad memory she could possibly have. Who or what could've hurt something so innocent? But as always, I kept my emotions under control.

"Will you tell me what the memory was?" I asked.

"No way. I don't even know if I can trust you!" She said after a few hiccups, taking her little finger and poking my chin. I felt Roger happily purring upon feeling her touch, but I kept my poise.

Albeit her words cut deep, I tried not to think about it. "Alright then... let's get you to bed," I said at her sleepy face, standing up from the couch moments later.

I held my hand out to help her, but she refused it and slapped my palms instead. Then, she wobbly made her way up, which tired me out for no reason.

"I don't need your h—help," she whispered in the wind, taking slow and unsteady strides towards the stairs. I didn't know if I'd find it amusing if she weren't drunk, but luckily, I was in a slightly good mood.

Stepping forward, I smirked and lifted her feet off of the ground, carrying the lightness of her body in bridal style. As much as I had anticipated the heated feeling this would bring me, nothing could fully prepare me for the emotions I felt. Actually, I thought the whole world had come to a stop.

"What the... Put me down!" she resisted and kicked her little feet, wiggling her body in an attempt to get away. Of course, she wasn't strong enough, so I just carried on carrying her.

After a few seconds, she realized that her efforts were futile and stopped resisting. She just rested her head on my shoulder, and I could hear her breathing. It was music to my ears. I carried a silent Aubrey to her bedroom and placed her gently on the bed, realizing that she had dozed off on our short journey. Upon reaching her room, I opened the door and laid her on the soft cushion next to Bubbles, struggling to get away because I loved breathing her rosy scent. Nonetheless, it's not like I can take advantage of her right now. I was about to walk away when I felt the heat of her palm clawing my right wrist.

"No... Stay..." she mumbled softly, her eyes still closed, yet she completely caught me off guard. At that point, I felt myself getting harder. It didn't help that Roger was urging me to take her.

Breathing heavily, I was about to refuse when I heard her say, "The nightmares won't let me sleep. Stay..."

"Fine..." Keeping my eyes locked on her peaceful, half-sleeping face, I slipped my shoes off and climbed into bed next to her. "You better not flip out on me when you wake up." I stated, but as expected, she didn't answer. Just then, she rolled to my side and placed her hand above my abdomen, clutching me into a hug.

I could only let out a heedful sigh. This would be a long night.