Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

At correct twelve in the night, Channing blew the candles, and the rooms that had been turned dark before went completely dark. "Oh, let me turn on the lights first," I said as I stumbled on the hardwood floor and felt the walls with my hand. The woody texture and the insignificant grooves between two wooden planks brushed against my fingers before I found the switch and turned it on. 

We clapped and sang for Channing in silence while he cut the small cake that Fang had brought. The first piece went to Fang, and when Channing was about to feed me, Fang took it from his hand, "Let me do it."

This man and his possessiveness!

I grabbed the small piece of cake from Fang, "I can feed myself." And I gobbled it up where Fang looked at me with a smirk as he came to stand close to me. 

His hands were dirty now because of the cream on the cake and he, one after the other, licked his digits while staring at me. My eyes narrowed at his sensual actions. What was he trying to imply, Channing was right here. Channing cleared his throat to grab Fang's attention, but Fang raised his other hand to swipe clean the cream that was at the side of my lips and lick it, "mm, this tastes better." My tongue quickly came out to lick any other remaining chocolate I had on my face. 

I promptly walked away from Fang and towards the fridge to get some water, but that is when I saw it. "What is this!" I almost shouted, looking at the stack of liquor that was in there. 

"It is for our fun," Fang pushed me aside as he went ahead to pull all the bottles out to keep them on the table. His lips twisted as he said, "You go sleep upstairs, the bed in your downstairs bedroom is already wet because of you." Channing's eyes went wide hearing that, and he awkwardly filled his mouth with a big piece of cake. I, on the other hand, did not get what the big deal was about. 

"Whose fault was it?" I asked. In reality, it was my fault, but Fang should have let go of the glass of water when I was taking it. 

Fang rang his tongue over his teeth and answered smugly, "I would love to say it was my fault."

"Can you guys not understand that I am here," Channing finally spoke in between and I was glad that he had not sealed himself off. He took another bite from the cake as if stress eating and mumbled, "I don't want to listen about your private talks on my birthday here."

My brows creased at what he was talking about, "We were just talking about how Fang spilt the glass of water on my bed. What is private in that?"

Fang erupted in laughter and Channing just popped open a bottle to start drinking. I was the only clueless one standing here. Channing thought something as our private chat meant that there was something about what Fang said and it surely held wrong meaning to it. It was surprising to me that Fang had accepted his mistake, but now I felt like he did that on purpose. If that was what had happened, then I was utterly embarrassed right now.

"Y-You guys continue. I will be upstairs," I said before bolting out of the room and climbing the stairs for the second time since I have come here. 

Since the time this entire house was renovated, I had not got time to check everything out. I had come upstairs in the evening when I had noticed the end of the lobby opened right onto a balcony. I had spent my time there before going downstairs to sleep. There were three rooms here, and I assumed all of them were bedrooms. It was funny how I myself felt foreign in my own house. 

My hand reached out for the knob of one of the doors and I opened it to find utter darkness in there, no light that entered from the window behind the curtains. 

My feet moved gingerly before I found the switchboard right next to the door. When I turned the lights on, I felt like I was back in the castle for a moment. There was a kingsize bed with dark purple curtains around it and it was placed on an elevated platform. The cupboard and rest of the furniture were white and golden. There was a table for two people in one corner and a giant painting hung by the wall above it.

The painting was very peculiar to look at. I had to stare for a long time before realising it was the painting of the ceiling of some castle's chapel painted standing right below it. 

There was only one castle in Adalolpha, and I wonder whether it was from there. I did not think about it a lot and retired to the bed. 

The next morning when I woke up, the room was flooded with light but the bed still had darkness because of the thick purple curtains that hung from the ceiling of the room. For a moment, my childhood flashed back to me where I had a similar bed with curtains, but they were thin white curtains. Those were some beautiful days that I had spent in the castle. 

I got down from my bed and checked the time on my mobile. I still had enough time to get ready and go to the gym.

Last night I had gone to sleep late, overthinking about what kind of wrong meaning had Channing taken from mine and Fang's conversation. I ended up calling Suzan and waking her up to clear my doubts without explaining to her the actual scenario and she had explained what 'wet' meant. 

I slapped my palms against my cheeks, trying to forget that embarrassment. "Today is a big day Selene, let's not mess it up for the past," I tried to encourage myself. 

But that motivation lasted only for a moment because when I went down, I saw the kitchen and it was a mess. There was cake and drinks everywhere with nothing cleaned up. There was a note on the dining table and I walked there stomping in anger when I almost slipped and had to hold on to the table. "Stupid idiots! Now I will have to clean everything," I grunted before opening the note. The handwriting was sloppy enough to not understand till one looked at it for a long time- 

'We're sorry, Selene, there were so many champagnes. Fang says he will send people .... cleaning our mess. Please don't go near the sink. I puked there and come early to the gym, I will treat you to breakfast as my compensation."

The note crumpled in my hand as my eyes looked at the fridge, refusing to look at the sink. 

I turned around and, while walking out, slipped twice before I was in the safe zone. There was no way I would take Fang's help again, but they were the ones who had caused it, and it was only fair that they pay for it. There was no way I was cleaning someone's puke in my sink! What were they, teenagers, to celebrate like this?

Getting ready as soon as possible, I got out of the house and went straight to the gym. I was about to go cursing at Channing when I saw there were people who had gathered around. Of course they were here, I was the one who had called them yesterday.

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