Drunken Actions

Kaiden’s POV

I was vaguely aware of the rough hands that pulled me out of the carriage, the murmured voices of my guards as they half-dragged and half-carried me into the pack house.


The world around me was just like a blur, it was all spinning and disjointed, the alcohol still ran hot in my veins. I guess I took more than I needed to.

My head pounded so painfully with every step, my body was heavy with exhaustion and the remnants of anger from the fight back at the tavern.



“Get him to his chambers,” one of the guards grunted, his voice was distant and muffled as if it were coming from underwater.


I blinked repeatedly but simply couldn't understand what was happening. Or where I was. I knew I was a little subconscious.


I stumbled, nearly falling if not for the firm grip on my arms. My feet barely managed to stay beneath me as they led me through the familiar halls, the walls and floors looked like a confusing swirl of colors and shadows as I passed.


The pack house was usually a familiar and easy to find place, but now it felt like a maze, twisting and closing in on me as the alcohol distorted my senses.


Shit! I was never going to drink again. Not in the near future. I was done for.


Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to my chambers opened, and I was ushered inside.


The guards lowered me to the edge of my bed, their movements were calculated and careful as they released me. I fell onto the bed with a contented sigh as I shut my eyes.


I should have sent them away earlier, should have maintained control, but tonight… Tonight I couldn’t bring myself to care.


I wanted to be free tonight and free I was going to be.


“Alpha, are you alright?” one of them asked, his tone carried uneasiness in them.


I waved them off, I was too tired to even form words. They hesitated for a moment before finally taking their leave, the door clicked shut behind them.


I sat up and looked around me. The room was empty now. The pack guards had left my chambers and left me alone in here.


I swayed slightly, my head was heavy with a mix of whiskey and regret.

The room spun around me, and I pressed my palms into my eyes, in a futile attempt to try to steady the chaos within.


“Kaiden?” I recognized the voice immediately.

Lilian. My heart skipped a beat. Of excitement, I couldn't tell.


Her voice cut through the haze, it sounded soft and full of concern, and I looked up to see her standing there.


She was a vision, her figure bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, her eyes were so wide with worry. She approached me slowly, as if she was unsure of what to do, and the sight of her stirred something deep inside me. I eyed her.


“Lilian…” I muttered, my voice slurred. Her name tasted like salvation on my lips, like something I had been craving without realizing it.


I wanted her, and now I realized that I have always wanted her. The anger and doubt that had gripped me earlier in the tavern flickered in the back of my mind, but it was overshadowed by the intense pull I felt towards her.


She knelt beside me, and her hands reached out to cup my face gently.


“Kaiden, what happened? You’re drunk…” Her voice was soothing, yet it was still laced with the confusion and concern I knew she was feeling. “Why did you—” she was saying but I cut her short.


“There’s something I need to ask you,” I interrupted, though the words came out garbled and slurred, my thoughts were beginning to get tangled together as I tried to remember the accusation that had set me off back at the tavern.



The rumor that the bastard had said, the lies—had they been lies? It was all so muddled, so difficult to grasp with the alcohol that was doing an incredibly great job at clouding my mind.



“They said… they said you…” I trailed as I saw her eyes becoming more interesting than the words I was saying.



She tilted her head and her brows knitted together in obvious confusion.
“What did they say?” Her fingers brushed against my cheek, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to ask her, to confront her, but the anger that had driven me earlier was now just a faint ember, it was now overwhelmed by the need to be close to her. To be closer to her. To touch her.


I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself staring at her lips.


They looked sort of soft and plum. They looked inviting. Like they were begging me to take them in mine.


I couldn't stop myself anymore and I found myself leaning forward, my lips capturing hers in a kiss without taking any permission or any thoughts.



I took her lips in a way that was both desperate and raw. She gasped against my mouth, and her hands froze in place as I pulled her closer to me, the taste of whiskey was on my tongue. She tasted heavenly. Had I kissed her before? I tried to recall.


For a moment, she didn’t move, but then she responded, her lips softening as she kissed me back, it was hesitant at first, but then more certain, more wanting.


She even moaned and that did things to my body as I pulled her closer to me.


I should have stopped right there. I should have pulled away and regained control, but I was just going to blame it all on the alcohol as it made it easy to surrender to the need I’d been denying for so long.


My hands moved on their own accord, I groaned into the kiss as my fingers trailed down her back and pulling her against me, deepening the kiss until all I could feel was the heat of her body and the intoxicating sweetness of her touch.


I could practically feel her heartbeat as it beat against my chest with how close her proximity to me was.


“Kaiden…” she whispered breathlessly as I broke the kiss, my lips trailed down the column of her throat and she moaned louder.

Her soft hands gripped my shoulders, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer, her breath came off in soft, uneven gasps.