The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Drunken Confessions

Selene’s POV~

I was stunned by myself. I never wanted to do it, but somehow his tears had shaken me. Without knowing, my hand had gone up to wipe them away. The moment I realized, I quickly pulled my hand back. My face burned with embarrassment.

I raised my eyes and forced my voice to be steady.

"Alpha, you are drunk. You should go and rest."

For a second, I thought he would say something more. But he didn’t. He only sighed heavily and threw his arm back against the chair.

"Yeah. I am drunk. I really need rest. Can you drop me to my room?"

His words stunned me. My heart stopped for a beat. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him. I didn’t want to face him any longer. I was already afraid of how much I was losing control of myself.

But before I could even refuse, he stood up. His steps were unsteady, his body leaning side to side. Then he stumbled straight into me. His strong arm fell heavy on my shoulder, his head dropping as if he had no strength left.

"Take me to my room," he muttered with his rough voice.

I clenched my teeth, catching his weight before he fell to the floor. My hands gripped his arm, steadying him though my whole body wanted to shove him away.

If you cannot tolerate it, why drink so much? I grumbled in my head.

His weight was unbearable. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It made me wonder just how much he had drunk. It was supposed to be his welcoming feast, yet here he was...like a broken man drowning himself.

with their drinks and games. For a moment, I wished someone would stop me, take him away, so I could

heavy body step by step. The path toward the alpha quarter felt endless. Each step made me more tired and more angry. He leaned all his weight on me as if he had no care

ground and run away. But I couldn’t. If

alpha quarter. I didn’t even care which room was his. I just opened the first door I

breathing hard, ready to turn and leave. But before I could step away, his hand shot up. His fingers closed

I froze.

drunken state. His eyes were half-lidded, heavy, but his voice came out low

Stay here with

my wrist tightly. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go. His grip was warm, heavy, almost

I muttered, trying not to sound too sharp. "Let

found something funny. He mumbled something I couldn’t even catch, then shifted

He was acting drunk, but I could tell he wasn’t fully gone. He knew I wanted to leave, and that was exactly why

this time laying his head on the edge of my arm like it was

His hair brushed against my hand, his breath warm

to run away. But seeing him like this—his face relaxed, his eyes closed, all the sharpness

biting my lip. My heart was racing

passed like that. His grip slowly loosened, though he didn’t let go completely. My frustration melted into

drunk, I

there, sitting stiffly by his side, while he leaned against me as if he had

there was silence. His hand was still gripping mine, and I thought maybe he had fallen

it was only a faint sound. A soft breath that broke unevenly. Then his chest shook, and I realized he was