Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 116: Past Confession to him_Part 4

"You drank all that, love?" he asked in disbelief, his eyes traveling over her small body as he wondered how she had managed to drink all of it. Wasn’t that far too much even for a man, not to mention a petite little woman? The wines in silver were all made with special ingredients, as werewolves don’t get drunk on human wine; it had to be manufactured differently for it to affect them, and most were strong enough to knock someone, wolfless or not, unconscious.

"I can’t believe you drank all that," he said, looking down at her flushed cheeks.

She only looked at him cluelessly, as if she had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"You have no idea what you did, do you?" he chuckled, reaching out his hand to tuck the strands of hair falling over her face back behind her delicately red ears. He then adjusted her glasses as they had begun to slide down her nose, causing her to squint up at him. He rubbed his knuckle gently against her smooth cheek, and she suddenly reached up, catching his hand and holding it to her face, sighing in relief.

"I am glad you came..." she muttered, smiling like a little fool, causing a spark to travel through Sebastian and a warmth to settle over him. He knew alcohol tended to lower one’s inhibitions and reveal a person’s truer self. Did she always act like a kitten when she was drunk? Because by everything sacred, he damn well liked it. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"What am I to do with you?" he whispered, more to himself than to her, as he closed the door behind them. He let her keep holding his left hand to her face while he used his other hand to lock the door securely.

He walked with her into the living room. "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked, aware that she often skipped dinner, and he wanted to find out if she had been drinking all that wine on an empty stomach. She was not much different from a human in certain aspects, and Sebastian had actually found himself researching human health habits last night after he put her to sleep on his bed. He was certain it was unhealthy to consume that much strong wine without eating first.

"I don’t feel like eating," she muttered, walking away from him as the desire to lay on the couch and sleep overwhelmed her now that he was here. Was it his presence that allowed her body to finally relax enough to feel sleepy?

"It’s unhealthy to skip meals. You have to at least eat a little," he said, grabbing her wrist gently and pulling her back to him before she could go and collapse onto the couch.

"I don’t want to eat. I want to sleep," she grumbled, poking her finger against his solid, hard chest in weak protest. But her stomach betrayed her, letting out a loud growl, as it always seemed to do whenever she lied about not being hungry.

"Your stomach says otherwise, sweetie," he chuckled at the sound. She blushed deeply and tried to push him away, but he kept her in his hold, gently, yet firmly, refusing to let her escape.

"You won’t talk your way into sleeping without eating now that I am here. Don’t be stubborn. It’s for your health," he said, slipping his arm around her waist. She willingly leaned against him this time, and the small gesture made him smile.

Viola couldn’t help it. He was not only warm but deeply comforting to her. She had never truly known anyone whose presence could soothe something inside her, especially that biting bitterness of regret and the constant ache of loneliness. Without even realizing it, she leaned more into him, slipping her arms around his narrow waist and resting her head against his chest. She felt his hold around her grow tighter in response.

Sebastian’s tender smile widened at the way she clung to him.

"Let’s see what you have that’s edible in your kitchen," he said as he walked with her, half hugging him, toward the kitchen area and the double-door refrigerator. He opened it, and his brows rose in surprise as he saw the shelves stocked with leftovers and fruits in different kinds of containers, many sealed with cute bunny covers. Did she ever actually finish her meals? It looked like she saved almost everything after only taking a few bites.

He let out a small laugh. No wonder he had thought she was losing weight. The little rabbit wasn’t eating properly anymore.

"It seems I won’t have to go through the process of cooking something new. We can microwave some of these dishes," he said as he gently released her to start pulling out a few containers.

But Viola made a soft complaining sound in her throat and immediately clung to his arm, not wanting it to leave her waist or stop holding her.

It surprised Sebastian, and he looked down at her in mild astonishment.

"You’re warm and comforting. Don’t leave me here alone. It’s lonely..." she said childishly, her eyes looking up at him pleadingly like an abandoned puppy desperate for attention.

Sebastian felt his heart tighten at the sight of her pleading gaze. She didn’t even have to beg him; he would never leave her alone in this vulnerable state that affected him just as deeply. The last thing he wanted was for her to spiral into self-harm because the weight of her depression had become too overwhelming, something he himself could barely endure through their bond.

He removed his hand from the refrigerator and gently cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "I am not going anywhere, honey. I just need my hand to take out the dishes," he whispered, pulling her into his chest and placing his hand at the back of her head, ruffling her hair gently as he stroked it in a soothing motion.

Viola childishly pursed her lips, rubbing her ear against his chest as if claiming him. "Don’t use your hand. Let’s use something else to bring the dishes out. I want you to keep holding me..."

Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, fully aware that it was the wine speaking and that this fierce little hellcat would never have said such a thing if she were sober and fully aware of herself. "I will hold you even more once I reheat the food," he reasoned patiently. He never expected that when she was drunk, she would reveal such a soft, needy side of herself to him. A part of him shamelessly wished she could be like this even without the alcohol.