Free Web NovelChapter 124: Chapter 124 Drunk
Christina’s POV
"Let go of me!" I twisted my wrist free from Niall’s grip. "You have no right to touch me!"
Niall staggered back, his wedding suit looking even more pathetic up close. The once-pristine white shirt was now stained with what looked like wine, whiskey, and possibly vomit.
"I need to talk to you," he slurred, swaying on his feet. "It’s important."
Ysolde stepped between us. "Back off, Niall. You’re drunk, and Christina doesn’t want to talk to you."
Niall shook his head violently, almost falling off the barstool in the process. His bloodshot eyes locked onto my hand as he reached for it again.
"Stop it!" I snapped, yanking it away. "Don’t touch me."
He looked absolutely pathetic, like a kicked puppy who deserved every kick.
He opened his mouth—maybe to apologize—but all that came out was a slurred, "You’ve got to lisssten..."
I gave him a light shove, not particularly hard.
But he went down like he’d been hit by a truck, collapsing sideways off the stool and hitting the floor with a loud thud.
"Moon Goddess," I muttered.
He made no effort to get up, just sat there with his back against the bar, legs splayed out, head drooping onto his chest.
Ysolde poked him with the tip of her heel. "Is he dead? Please say yes."
"Unfortunately still breathing." I leaned down for a closer look and nearly toppled over myself.
The room started to sway. Suddenly, there were two Nialls swimming in my vision.
"Whoa, Chrissy." Ysolde caught me, steadying me with her arm. "I told you that Peat & Zest would hit hard. Should’ve taken it slower. Come on, sit down."
She guided me to a nearby sofa and sat me down gently. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
I shook my head, trying to blink away the haze.
The room doubled again. Everything had a weird, delayed echo to it.
I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not sober.
"Time to get you home," Ysolde decided.
Suddenly, Niall snapped awake.
His upper body lurched forward as he made a grab for my ankle. "Christina, I..."
I kicked him. The motion sent another dizzy wave through me.
Niall rolled over, then started wriggling along the floor like a worm.
Ysolde kicked his leg. "Move aside, you drunken mess."
Niall didn’t. He sprawled out wider across the floor like a human starfish.
His hand slithered out again, reaching for my ankle. "You can’t leave. You can’t just walk away from me like this..."
I stood up, though it was more like swaying upright, and raised my foot to stomp on his hand. But the floor kept shifting under me.
"Ysolde," I said, blinking hard.
"What? Want me to kick him again?"
"No. Just... are you seeing what I’m seeing?"
"Seeing what?"
Black designer suit. Crisp white shirt. Perfect posture.
He looked just like any other wealthy patron, except for the face.
That face stood out anywhere. Sculpted jawline, piercing eyes, an expression of controlled power.
He stepped closer.
I reached out, the motion throwing me off balance.
He caught me.
"Alpha Hudson!" Ysolde’s surprised shout confirmed I wasn’t hallucinating.
Hudson’s solid warmth double-confirmed it.
"What’s going on here?" he demanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
"What are you doing here?" Ysolde asked at the same time.
"Let’s get out of here," I said, lagging behind in the conversation.
Ysolde quickly explained. "We came for a drink. Just a quick one. I was going to get Christina home right after. I know she has dinner plans with you. But then this jerk," she jabbed a toe at Niall, "rolled in drunk and miserable and started harassing her. Christina wouldn’t give him the time of day, so he decided to play doormat and block our exit."
"I got a mind-link from Dominic. He saw Christina here." Hudson answered Ysolde’s earlier question before turning to me. "Can you walk?"
"Yes," I said, attempting to prove it.
Not exactly a straight line, but definitely forward-ish.
The world was still moving through a fog. I could hear and see everything, just not all in the right order.
Niall was still flopping about on the floor.
Hudson wrapped an arm around my waist and stepped over him—
And planted his foot down on Niall’s outstretched arm.
Niall let out a sharp yelp.
Hudson glanced at Ysolde. "You said she only had a quick one."
Ysolde shrank under his intense gaze. "Well, yeah, two glasses, tops. But it was that Peat & Zest blend."
She added sheepishly, "I told her to go slow."
"I’m fine," I mumbled. "Hold up your hand. I’ll count all your fingers."
Hudson’s voice dropped another ten degrees. "What’s your address? I’ll drop you off."
Ysolde backed away. "No need. I’m good, really. I can walk. Totally. And this place is owned by a friend. Don’t worry about me, just take care of Christina."
Hudson gave a curt nod.
Everything blurred again as I was scooped off the floor.
My vision swam upwards until I was looking up at his chin, lightly dusted with stubble.
"Christina," Niall groaned from the floor. "I need to talk to you."
Hudson walked right over him.
Niall yelped, curled into a ball, but still managed to cling to Hudson’s ankle with one hand.
Hudson calmly stomped down on it. Ground it into the floor.
Niall howled.
The cool evening air slapped some clarity into me as we stepped out of the bar.
I blinked a few times. Things sharpened a little. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Hudson slid me into the back seat of his luxury SUV, then climbed in after me.
That was when I noticed he was wearing indoor loafers. He must have rushed out.
The drive was quiet.
The car felt like a tomb, only the hum of the engine filling the silence.
I wasn’t sure when I nodded off. But eventually, the awkward seat angle woke me.
I kept sliding off the leather.
So I inched closer to Hudson and dropped my head on his thigh.
It was a hard pillow, but better than sliding into the footwell.
From this angle, all I could see was his Adam’s apple and the underside of his jaw, clenched tight.
The car braked suddenly.
I almost rolled right off him, but his hand shot out and caught me.
"Drive slower," he ordered the driver.
"Sorry, Alpha Hudson."
I clung to his arm, waited for the nausea to pass, then squirmed a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position.
His knees were hard and digging into the back of my neck.
His thighs were solid as granite.
I shifted higher up.
His hand clamped down on my hip.
A warning, stop wriggling.
His other hand brushed my hair back from my forehead, then began gently massaging my temple.
It felt nice.
I made a pleased little sound to let him know he should keep doing that.
My eyes fluttered shut, lulled by the soothing pressure of his fingers.
I might have fallen asleep again, if not for his quiet question.
"Do you still have feelings for him?"
