48. Drunk Talk

KEIRA:

I knew what the alpha was thinking. That this was nothing but drunk talk. That tomorrow morning I will forget every word I have said.

It won’t.

I may be tipsy, but I was already sober when I vomited earlier.

Alpha Lennox kept on insisting I was drunk.

I was not. Not anymore.

His brows formed a straight line.

“You are indeed drunk. Keira.”

“I am no longer drunk, Lennox,” I insisted.

I strolled toward him, but he stepped back as if he did not want me to touch him.

Blatant rejection. Again. Like the previous years he rejected me.

Call it foolishness, but it did not make me lose my confidence. Maybe it was because of the alcohol.

“I am here. I am your wife.”

“In the paper. Just…stay away from me, Keira.”

My heart fell.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement. “Why?” Another step. “Are you that repulsive to see me?”

One moment he was confused, another moment something clicked inside him.

“Do you want to seduce me, Keira?”

Yes! Yes! I wanted to seduce you, but my body was