A week later. . . .

Carla's POV

It's been a week since Gio rejected me. All I did the entire week after, was hook-up with different guys--who were once my suitors--and then gallop drink after drink in self pity, down in the wine cellar.

It's strange how every night I'd be good as dead after continuous consumption of alcohol but still somehow, I always end up in my bed tucked in securely with the duvet covering me.

It's not like I could recollect on who brought me to my room the other day when I sober up considering how bad my alcohol tolerance is--one of the reason I drink, to forget everything that's wrong with my life.

Maybe Danny simply brings me back to my room? Or a servant took pity in me and dropped my drunken ass on my bed? I shouldn't be thinking too much.

Talking about Danny....

Daniel and Ariana are in Veneton along with Ariel and the others to meet Claire, an ancient royal witch and also Danny's best friend.

Apparently, Anthony's pack faced a rogue attack at midnight on the day Gio rejected me. According to Anthony, the rogues had yellow eyes and were faster and agile like they trained a lot---his words, not mine. This peeked Ariel and Daniel's interest since yellow-eyed rogues existed only in the ancient times and were already banished and extinct. So, they all went to Claire--since she was the only existing ancient left--to ask her more information regarding those rogues.

The problem here is, now I'm all alone with the man who broke my heart, in this huge castle. And the only thing I do to keep myself away from Anthony and all the painful memories along with him is avoid him and indulge in other activities, if you know what I mean.

Currently, I'm heading out of my room to meet David Arnold. He is the north-eastern pack's alpha's son. We have this 'no-strings-attached' kind of relationship ever since the baby. . . .

Don't go down that lane again, Carla. Just Don't.

David admitted once that he liked me but we both knew that he had a mate out there so we agreed on keeping the feelings aside. It felt so wrong of me at times to even be in a chivalrous relationship with him but I just can't seem to find another way to get out of my impending thoughts. Sometimes it's scary where my thoughts lead me to. And I desperately needed the distraction, no matter how wrong it felt.

Pushing those memories aside, I make my way to where David is waiting for me near the entrance.

David smiles at me the moment I'm in front of him and pulls me in an embrace.

"I missed you, my darling." He murmurs against my hair before pulling back with a grin.

I stare at him blankly and he pouts like a two-year-old, "Come on, not even a miss you too?"

"David..."

"Yeah, no feelings involved. I get it," he sighed before hooking his arm with mine, "But you could offer me dinner, you know. I'm famished. I came directly from the boring Alpha conference with my father. Just for you." He winks at me.

I shake my head with a small smile at his obvious flirting. David is a nice guy. Before we started this whole 'fling thing', he was like my best friend. Still is. Although for him, it's different. I just hope this whole ordeal doesn't lead him on.

"Let's have dinner in the kitchen. Everyone's in Veneton except me and--" I stop myself mid-sentence.

"And?" He quips his head in curiosity.

"And the big-ass castle," I twisted the words hoping he'd buy the lie.

"So, we're all alone, huh?" He asks with a smirk to which I nod wordlessly.

I didn't want to hide about Anthony staying here from David. But it's not like it would change anything anyways. Then why bring it up for no reason?

So, I lead David to the kitchen and served him a pancake which was freshly prepared by the castle's chef. The kitchen staff stopped their work, as they existed the kitchen, leaving David and I alone letting us have our privacy.

"Looks yum," David says, rubbing his palms together from where he's seated at the chair next to the kitchen island, as he relinquishes the sight of the pancake.

"It is. Believe me," I say taking a seat across him.

He grins up at me before cutting a piece of the pancake and devouring it with a pleased sound, "This really is yum. I'm going to kiss the hands of your chef one day, I swear. That dude's got magic in his hands."

"Like yours?" I question teasingly.

"Darling, I'm trying to eat here. Let me eat before I eat you up." His eyes darken as he inches his face closer to mine, "You know what? Screw the pancake, I'll eat you instead."

I'm taken by surprise when he grabs my face and kisses me feverently. My own hands wound around his neck, deepening the kiss as I stand up from my chair to walk over to him, not breaking the kiss.

Our heated make-out session is interrupted when someone enters the kitchen. That someone being none other than Anthony.

David pulls back from me and looks over at Anthony, "Alpha Anthony? You, here?"

Anthony has a blank look on his face but with the way his fists are clenched at his sides, his jaw set in a firm line and his eyes boring into David's with venom in them indicates he's not a least bit pleased walking in on us kissing.

He looks angry and hurt. Which is stupid. I mean, why would he even be bothered by it? It's not like Anthony likes me or something. He was just 'pretending' the whole time we were together, wasn't he?

"Alpha?" David calls out again but Anthony ignores him, turns around and walks out of the kitchen leaving us on our own, just like he always does when he spots me messing around with a guy.

"Meanie," David pouts at Anthony's retreating figure before looking my way, "What's he doing here anyways?"

"I'll tell you later," I say before grabbing his face again and kissing him.

Talking about Anthony is the last thing I want to do. I wanted distraction from him and I'll have just that.

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Anthony's POV

After a tiring late night meeting with all the Alpha's---regarding the recent rogue attacks and the precautions needed to be taken to protect the pack members---at my packhouse, I finally head back to the castle.

Since my pack is the strongest in the kingdom, I had to come up with most of the ideas. To say I'm tired will be an understatement. It wasn't only the stupid rogues who kept attacking no matter how many of them we kill, but also seeing Carla with other men pissed me off to no limit and drained me completely. It hurt like a bitch to see another man touch her, kiss her and probably. . . .

I don't even want to think about it.

I wanted to rip those mens arms off their sockets for touching her, but I knew it would only make her hate me more so I let her be, no matter the fucking ache in my heart.

I'm about to depart to my room when I hear voices from the kitchen. One of the voices I reconize is of Carla and the other I can't quite pin-point. Despite my better judgement, I find myself making my way towards the kitchen desperate to see her.

When I get there though, I'm met by the sight of her and a guy sucking faces.

My fists clench at the sides involuntarily and the ache in my heart intensifies. I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

The guy--who I reconise as David Arnold, the son of Alpha Jonathan Arnold--pulls back from Carla and glances over at me, "Alpha Anthony? You, here?" He asks quiping his head to the side but my sole focus is on the woman next to him.

"Alpha?" He asks again but I simply ignore him and walk out of the place which felt suffocating.

Instead of heading towards my room, I make my way straight down to the wine cellar.

Grabbing an entire bottle of strong wine, I chuck it down my throat in one single gulp before grabbing another bottle.

I can't take it anymore.

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Carla's POV

David and I spent hours in bed--don't get me wrong, we didn't do the nasty despite it being our final route. I just. . .couldn't for some reason after Anthony stumbled upon me and David kissing. I hated the fact that his single presence could mess with my life so much.

Now Anthony aside, David unwillingly left when I pestered him to.

He started getting cozy and dozing off holding me all along that meant his feelings were growing since David wasn't the 'cuddly type', which was a bad sign. I don't want him thinking about this anything more than a mere fling. Then again, I should be the one to stop this fling-thing with him as soon as possible.

I let out a defeated sigh focusing on heading towards the wine cellar to do my regular routine---drink till I don't remember anything.

But I'm surprised to find Anthony seated at one of the bar stools gulping down a bottle of strong alcohol (even for a werewolf).

"My Princess," He looks over at me and a smile stretches onto his lips but then he sniffs the air around. His eyes turn darker and he looks away.

My own eyebrows shot up in question as I make my way towards where he is seated---next to the shelf where wines are stocked up. He doesn't look my way at all and I take that as a cue to mind my own business.

I walk over to the shelf and just when I'm about to take a bottle of wine myself, a hand grasps my wrist and turns me around backing me against the shelf. The next thing I know, Anthony is kissing me passionately.

His one hand grabs my waist, pulling me flush against his body while the other tangles into my hair, angling my face for better access.

I'm too shocked and in a haze to make sense of anything until I finally get a grip on myself and try to push him away. That attempt though goes in vain and I find myself surrendering to him when his hand holding my waist sneaks under my crop top and onto my bare skin. I gasp in surprise which gives him the perfect opportunity to delve his tongue into my mouth.

When he pulls back, I almost fall down from the emotions clawing at me if it weren't for him holding me in place by placing his hands on my waist.

"His smell is all over you," he murmurs acidly staring straight into my eyes, "I hate it."

I thought he was done there, but he starts kissing my neck making all the sensations return back to me in force.

"Tell me, sweetheart, does he make make you feel the way I do?" He asks against my neck as he gently nips at the skin.

I bite back a moan. Gosh, why do I feel so helpless?

It's like I can't get enough of him. My body feels like it's on fire and I can't control myself. He's so wrong about what he's thinking. David and I didn't. . .have sex as he thinks we did. But it shouldn't matter to him whatever I do with whoever I want. He hadn't cared about my feelings when he used for his own twisted revenge.

I want to remind myself of all the pain he's put me through but when I look up to his darkened eyes--the sadness in the them--I'm tempted to believe it's true and that he's not acting again.

"Anthony, you're drunk," I try to reason out as I make an attempt to distance myself from him which doesn't work well as he pulls me closer and places a chaste kiss to my neck before looking up at me.

"And that gives me all the more excuse to do this," He says peppering kisses down my neck making my breath hitch in my throat.

I can't control anymore.

I grab a hold of his face in my palms and meet his darkened brown eyes, "You know what? Let's do this," I say before sneakily fetching a bottle of wine from the shelf behind me.

I quickly open the lid with my one hand and take a big swig of wine so that I can blame it all on the alcohol tomorrow while Anthony is staring. Then I throw the bottle on the floor which thankfully doesn't shatter into pieces.

I look back at Anthony's darkened eyes and I can say mine looks the same, "Let's get this out of our system," I held his face in my hands and inch my face closer to his, "Once and for all." then I kiss him.

And just like that, we give up to our desires.

Somewhere during the kissing and making-out, we head towards a room---his, I presume--with me hoisted up in his arms.

Soon enough, we're shredding each others clothes and half-way through a hot and passionate love-making.

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Sooooo, how was the chapter?😆

I know it was weird and a bit too quick *face palms myself*, but I thought since they've already had a child together and most probably crossed the last stage, it would make sense if they went all lustful on each other although it did feel strange.

What do you think about it? Do you think it was too early for this? Do let me know. I would be happy to read your opinion:)

And lastly, who is bored to death due to quarantine? I sure am!
I'm so bored that I might as well start counting the birds flying in the sky just to pass time (I know that's really dumb).

Okay, enough of my stupid talks. Hope you liked the chapter. ●.●

Goodbye for now:)
Have a nice day! ^.^