Chosen By the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 16: Lost

Aubrey's POV

I didn't know what time it was when my consciousness was pulled back to the present times. Grunting, I propped up with closed eyes, sniffing a familiar scent that I loved. It was citrusy and welcoming. Maybe that's the reason why I didn't have nightmares tonight. While I was grateful for that, the headache that punched me in my temples definitely shut me in unease. I then recalled that I had too much champagne last night, but the events that happened after I stole the bottle from the restaurant came in a blur.

Still having my eyes closed, I massaged my forehead and felt movement next to me. Frowning, I opened my eyes and looked next to me.

My jaw opened wide as I met his dark gaze. I didn't know what came to me, but I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs for a good second.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Alpha Parker growled, shooting up from the bed with a frown.

"W—What are you doing here? Oh my gosh! Did you... Did you..." I sputtered, my startled gaze locked on his messy bedhead. Automatically, my hands snaked their way on my body.

As Alpha Parker realized what I was pertaining to, he looked at me with a single eyebrow raised. "What? I didn't do anything to you! You asked me to stay here last night." I could see the slight annoyance in his eyes. So, I looked down and realized that I was still wearing the dress I had on last night. Alright, seems like he didn't take advantage of me.

Still, isn't it wrong to lay beside an intoxicated woman?

"You could've said no. I was drunk!" I stated with a frown, my eyes wandering away from him as I crossed my arms.

"I wanted to stay," he suddenly admitted, his tone so sullen and quiet that I wondered if I even heard him right. My eyes shot over to his face to see his gloom-filled eyes. Resisting the overwhelming urge to approach him and run my fingers over his creamy skin, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Alright, fine! Sorry, I got confused because, for some reason, my body is aching!" I grimaced, scratching my nape to ease my muscles from spasming.

"Well, that's what happens when you drink. You have a hangover. Tch, you don't even remember... Just get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I'll make you something to eat," he said with a sharp tone, slowly making his way up whilst looking down at me.

With that, I simply nodded and watched him leave my bedroom.

...

To calm myself down, I took a hot shower and breathed in the orange scent of the body wash placed there. I dried myself right after and slipped on a comfortable sweatshirt. After about a minute or so, I made my way to the kitchen to see Alpha Parker making breakfast.

I smiled because I found the situation funny. The Alpha most pack feared was making me breakfast. How often could I say something like that?

"You can cook?" I asked, and he looked back with a sharp gaze. Geez, what is he so mad about? Clamping my mouth shut, I was reminded of what had happened to me the last time I pissed him off.

"Surprised?" He shook his head, seemingly disappointed.

"Actually, yeah," I murmured, watching him steer the oatmeal.

"Well, don't be. I prefer cooking my own food because I receive threats on a daily basis. This is the safest way to ensure I wouldn't die. How about you? You don't cook?"

I nodded upon hearing his explanation, and my mind went back to the numerous cooking lessons my mother and I had tried.

"Uhm, not really..." I trailed off in embarrassment. I was reminded of how much of a failure those cooking lessons from my strict mother were, and it sent shivers down my spine.