The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1609

Carlos still seemed hesitant.

Rising to her feet, Alexandria placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Carlos, please.

Sally

needs you right now.

I’ve got Alpha covered.

Let’s avoid any more trouble.

”

At that moment, memories of the recent spat between Carlos and his wife over Debra and me flooded my mind.

Stepping in, I reassured him, “Don’t worry, Carlos.

I’ll manage just fine.

Don’t worry about me.

”

Carlos seemed visibly relieved at my reassurance.

After a brief pause, he turned to Alexandria and issued his instruction.

“Caleb’s got a hand injury.

Make sure he’s taken care of, alright?”

I couldn’t help but smirk lazily, interjecting, “Being a man, I’m perfectly capable of tending to myself.

Let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be.

”

With a shrug, Carlos exchanged a glance with Alexandria and made his exit.

As soon as he left, Alexandria settled beside me.

In a gentle tone, she cautioned, “Alpha, go easy on the drinks.

It’s not worth risking your health.

”

I remained silent, the glass in my hand a shield against her words.

Despite the fading emotions I held for Debra, my heart remained closed to the prospect of forming new attachments.

Alexandria’s attempts felt misplaced, to say the least.

“Alpha.

”

As Alexandria noticed my stoic facade, her brow furrowed in concern.

Drawing closer, her breath brushed against my ear, her words hanging in the air like mist.

But in my haze of intoxication, her words were indiscernible.

Another bottle of wine vanished into my grasp, its effects amplifying with each swallow, clouding my mind and leaving me increasingly disoriented.

Eventually, the world faded into darkness as unconsciousness claimed me.

In the moments before darkness claimed me, I thought I glimpsed a subtle smile playing on Alexandria’s lips, her eyes alight with an enigmatic gleam.

But was it real?

When I finally awoke, silence enveloped me, broken only by the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the window, painting the room in a soft glow.

Taking in the familiar surroundings of the room, I recognized it as my own.

Confusion gripped me as I pondered on how I had ended up back in my room.

As I reached up to soothe my throbbing temples, the remnants of a hangover pounding in my head, I couldn’t help but curse.

“Damn it…”

My fingertips brushed against my forehead in an attempt to sit up when a peculiar sensation halted my movement.

Why did it feel like something was resting on my chest?