Saved by a Cupcake

6. Mia

Mia's POV

Thankfully the situation with the rogues worked itself out that next morning. They took their new oaths and were welcomed into the pack. Most, but not all, members of the pack welcomed them with open arms. I wanted my pack to be welcoming to others, but not a danger to itself with niceness. Those who didn't agree made their opinions very clear. However, I asserted my authority and politely and firmly told them to suck it.

My sleepover with Isabella and Ben was still on. Since my dad knew how Isabella was, he volunteered to be the sober alpha for the night. I was so happy to get wasted with my friends and forget about James. We weren't drinking human alcohol; we were drinking werewolf alcohol with a little bit wolfsbane smashed into it. This is what gets your drunk; it's enough not to kill you. But it helps the alcohol get and stay in your system, so you get drunk like humans.

I went around and did my alphas duties all day. I made sure the new pack members were settled in with their families. I was finally relieved when six o'clock came around. My dad told me to have fun, and I thanked him again for 100 times in a row. I ran over to Ben's house since he was the only one who didn't live with his family. His family loved their small house and didn't want to move. I couldn't force them, so Ben just has his own home.

"I picked out all of our favorite movies. I have Dirty Dancing for Mia and Nightmare on Elm Street for Isabella and Ben. All the snacks are in position with blankets and pillows. Ben brought down an extra mattress, and we all snuggled together. I was in the middle since I hated scary movies, and they forced me to watch them.

We ate our pizza and started my favorite movie. We started drinking, and I could feel the buzz as my wolf started to come out more. That's what happens when werewolves drink; their wolf comes out. As Johnny and Baby make love for the first time, Isabella looks over at me slowly because she's drunk too.

"I have a perfect idea, call James. We can prank call him." I giggled, and so did Ben at the idea. So I dialed him off of Isabella's cell phone, and it rang two times before he picked it up. I was holding in my laughter as I asked him if his refrigerator was running. He was not amused and didn't recognize my voice.

I staggered over to the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid. "Wait, don't go, James," I told him before hanging up. "Wait, it's goody-two-shoes, Mia calling drunk?" He asked, and I laughed. "Yes, but don't tell James," I said in a whisper, and I heard him chuckle.

"I like your laugh; it's so sexy," I told him, and he laughed. "Okay, Mia, I think you're cut off."
"I'm cut off when finally come to your senses and kiss me." I slurred. If I were sober, I would be mortified. "Oh, you want me to kiss you now?" He asked in a deep, careful voice. I shivered as I closed my eyes.

I pictured myself at my office desk doing some work. James slams the door open and walks over to my desk. He would take me in his arms and kiss me. James would trail kisses down my throat and then mark me. I felt my insides start to melt as I describe this scene for him. I could feel him begin to have trouble breathing. Until Isabella opened the door and ruined the whole thing. There was some happening with Ben in the other room but I ignored it. James refused to pick it again after Isabella hung up.

She led me back to the living room and told me no more nasty phone calls. We continue drinking, and I don't remember much after that.

I woke up sprawled across the mattress with Ben on the other side of me. I was glad to feel I still have my clothes on. My head started to spin, but Isabella came up to me. She gave me some Advil and water. I thanked her.

"Come on, girl, you'll wash this off." She told me and pushed me toward the shower. I went to take a hot shower where my skin was red. I leaned against the wall as I remember calling James last night. I don't specifically remember anything helpful besides asking him if his fridge was running. I felt so embarrassed about that joke; I wanted to curl in the hole and die.