The second I walked in the door, I discovered the evening was not going to be anything like that.
Kiara was twirling around the room in a t-shirt dress, a bottle of alcohol in her hand. “Leighton!” she squealed when I approached.
She flung herself into my arms so aggressively the half-empty bottle spilled over the edge, splashing onto the floor. I caught her with a small sound of surprise, glaring over her shoulder at the men in my living room.
Their entire pack was here, and they’d let her get wasted. This was not a sober woman. She was rubbing herself on me like a cat in heat—or an omega in heat. Coconut and chocolate hung heavy in the air, overpowering all their scents.
“How much of this have you had to drink?” I asked, taking the bottle from her.
It was whiskey. Half empty, but it had been full in my liquor cupboard. She better not have drank it all herself.
“Just a couple sips,” she said, beaming.
“It was more than a couple sips,” Dash said.
He was tipsy too, a glass in his hand as he swirled the amber liquid.
I glared at Mercury and Ambrose, noting they both had glasses too. They weren’t sloppy like Dash and Kiara, though. They better not be. My omega was in danger, so leaving her without mentally sound protection would get their heads kicked in.
“Why is she drunk?” I demanded.
“Can we tell the fun police to leave?” Dash sauntered over to Ambrose, leaning over the back of the couch to put his chin on his head. “The sirens are giving me a headache.”
Kiara was still clinging to me, so I ignored the alpha and manhandled her onto the couch. She bounced right back up, and her tits bounced with her. They were almost spilling out of the top, which definitely wasn’t secure enough to handle her drunk. She was wearing a low-cut t-shirt dress that wasn’t among the clothes I’d bought for her.
“I want to stand,” she proclaimed.
She swayed but was mostly stable on her feet. I moved around her and collapsed onto the couch instead. Ambrose held his cup out in front of me and I took a sip, savouring the burn as the alcohol went down. Then I handed it back.
Loss of control wasn’t my favourite.
“Someone explain to me what’s happening here.”
“She’d never had alcohol before,” Mercury explained. “Of course, Dash took that and ran with it. Usually I’d put a stop to it, but I’m curious if being drunk is going to bring out her stabby side. It would be nice to prove that she’s dangerous.”
Kiara pouted, placing her hands on her hips and glaring down at Mercury. She didn’t look dangerous. She looked adorable, and Mercury looked away with a grumble.
“Mercy has been mean to me all day,” she said. “Nyla only stabbed one person. I thought it would work! We’re not going to hurt anyone else unless they deserve it.”
She patted Nyla, holstered at her hips beneath the dress, and frowned.
“Nyla says that Mercy might deserve it.”
I snorted, taking in Mercury’s horrified look.
“He might,” I agreed, “but let’s make that decision sober, OK?”
She shrugged, going over to the TV and bending over in front of it. All of us alphas released a collective groan—in Mercury’s case, it was stifled like he could really pretend he wasn’t attracted to her. Kiara bounced back up with a game controller in hand.
“Dash showed me video games, too! And he bought me more new clothes—not that the new clothes you got weren’t wonderful, but Dash got even more. Plus he gave me one of Ambrose’s shirts. Oh, and he got me this.”
Her free hand grabbed the hem of the t-shirt dress and lifted it as the rest of us watched with wide eyes.
Should I have stopped her?
Yes.
It would have been as simple as a command, and she would have been forced to stop. My brain didn’t work fast enough, and when I saw the lace barely covering her pussy I lost all ability to speak.
