Chapter 175
Ryan’s lips twitched in anger, but he complied, taking a reluctant step back. “Sophia, this isn’t over,” he said, his voice low and threatening.
I laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Oh, Ryan. It’s been over for a long time. You just haven’t ‘realized it yet.”
Turning to my bodyguards, I gestured toward the waiting car. “Let’s go.”
As I walked away, Ryan’s voice followed me.
You think you’re so untouchable now, don’t you? But mark my words, Sophia. Sooner or later, you’ll come crawling back. You’ll beg me to forgive you and Lirian. And when that day comes, maybe I’ll consider making you one of my many women.”
I ignored his ramblings and told the driver to drive, dumping Ryan in the car’s wake.
The world outside the car window was a blur of neon lights and distant shadows, but inside, everything felt light and warm. The slight buzz from the alcohol I’d consumed earlier made the moving car seem like it was flying.
The sensation wrapped me in a cocoon of happiness, leaving me both giddy and content.
Eric glanced sideways at me from the passenger seat, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Drinking again?” he asked, his tone tinged with mock scolding.
I giggled, the sound more carefree than usual. “Just a little,” I said, holding my thumb and forefinger close together to emphasize the point. “Don’t tell Lirian, okay?”
Eric smirked mischievously. “I’m sure I’ll have to say something.”
“Don’t you dare!” I shot back, my voice laced with drunken indignation.
He laughed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Relax, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t dare.”
The ride back home was quick, and soon the car rolled to a stop in front of the house. Eric got out Urst, his voice loud and clear as he greeted Lirian, who stood waiting by the entrance.
“Alpha, I’m back with your Luna!” Eric announced, clearly enjoying himself.
Lirian walked over with his usual composed stride, his eyes scanning the car before they landed on
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- me. He pulled open the door, his gaze softening when he saw me.
Jstepped out but wobbled almost immediately, my heels betraying me. Before I could hit the ground, Lirian’s strong arms caught me, steadying me as I clung to him. A triumphant thought flashed through my mind: “Done! I didn’t fall.*
His arms tightened around me, his voice low and firm. “How much did you drink?” His eyes bore
into mine, making me squirm slightly under his intense scrutiny.
“Just a little,” I said sheepishly, holding up one finger to demonstrate. My misty–eyed expression wasn’t helping my case.
Lirian’s jaw tightened, and without another word, he scooped me up into his arms. I yelped in surprise, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
“Eric, grab her things.” Lirian ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Eric hurried to collect my shoes and bag from the car, following us inside.
When we reached my room, Lirian gently placed me on the bed. I thought he was going to leave, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. Without thinking, I reached out and looped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Stay,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lirian froze, his eyes searching mine. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was a flicker of something tender in his gaze
He sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “I told you not to drink. I don’t want anyone. seeing you like this.”
I pouted, my drunken state amplifying my stubbornness. “It was just a little. You’re overreacting.
He shook his head, clearly unconvinced. “I’ll get a towel to clean you up,” he said, untangling my arms and standing up.
While he d
While he disappeared into the bathroom, I let myself sink deeper into the bed. The warmth of the room and the comfort of his presence made my eyelids heavy, and by the time he returned, I had already drifted off.
Lirian stood by the bed, his gaze softening as he looked at me. He sighed, setting the towel aside before carefully wiping my face. Then, with deliberate movements, he changed me into more comfortable clothes.
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You’re trouble,” he whispered, though his voice held no malice, only quiet affection.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room.
Lirian was lying on his side next to me, his head propped on one hand as he watched me. His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.
Before I could say anything, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, only to see Josiah’s name flashing on the screen.
I answered quickly, but the moment I did, a cacophony of sounds greeted me–crying, shouting, and the unmistakable crash of something breaking.
“Josiah?” I asked, my voice sharp with concern. “What’s going on?”
