Promise to make you miserable

Ayla's POV

Even as I snuggled myself up with the covers I still had to wriggle my nose to get rid of the stench of alcohol messing with my nostrils. Frustrated, I pulled down the covers only to see that Calyx was just getting started.

It was six hours since the wedding and this man had refused to get out of his mini-bar. He was sitting there, hugging a bottle of vodka which I had been unable to take away from him.

I know he's doing this to spite me, but I'm not going anywhere. No matter what he does tonight, I will stick around till the end.

“Can you at least respect me and go outside to have your drink? It's killing me here!” With the way I had convinced myself that I was staying till the end, I didn't know I would scream out in frustration.

This isn't me backing out, right?

Aish!

“Respect!” He snuggled. “Did she say respect? Tccch.. do you know what that means, wifey? Or you thou-think with your ass?” He stuttered, laughing to himself.

I climbed down from the bed to see how wasted he was. He pointed his finger at me, swearing “What do you know about love? Yes, you! You claim to love me yet you do this? Aren't you a bitch like your sister? Huh? Huh?!”

“Yes, I agree. I agree that I'm a bitch, but what are you?” I lashed at him.

“Me?” He poked his chest and I nodded. “I am the prize, your prize. Ain't I right?” He stared deeply at me and for some seconds I thought he wasn't drunk. My face instantly went dry as I realized what he was doing, he was mocking me.

His deep laugh echoes through the room.

“That's right, isn't it? You would still want me even if I turned you into a slave. Hmph! You could see your face right now, you look so pale wifey.”

His pupils could barely open, but he still managed to describe my face correctly. Was he pretending? Fuck me!

I left him to drink himself to death or whatever he wanted. I jumped on the bed angrily, dying of embarrassment.

“Haha! Such a pathetic bride, do you want me to call you a guard in case you catch a cold at night?” He shouted after me but I was done giving him an audience.

He should go ahead and say whatever he likes, he's drunk, so I don't expect any less. I gripped the pillow and shoved it over my head, shutting him from my world.

“Come on, please come sit with my wifey. You shouldn't abandon your husband, let's drink together, eh!”

How could I still hear him? I guess this is what I signed up for.

Calyx kept on uttering gibberish until he got tired and came to join me in bed. I was surprised he could still want to share a space with me, but to my heartbreak, he threw his leg on me and the next thing I knew was crazy snores that completely blew me off.

Calyx's POV

A sharp groan escapes me as I jolt up from sleep. I rob my temple calmly wondering why I was feeling so much pain in my abdomen. Taking off the covers, I proceeded to my mini bar but I kicked something in the process.

I groaned looking down to see what I hit. “Ayla?” What's she doing sleeping on the cold floor? I was about to carry her from the floor when it suddenly hit me that I was supposed to be mad at her.

I skipped past her and walked to get water from the fridge. My head was banging really badly due to how drunk I had gotten myself last night, so I decided to take a shower.

By the time I was done, it was already 4 am. I lay on the bed staring at Ayla who was sleeping peacefully on the floor. No, it wasn't bothering me, I was just curious. How is she sleeping so soundly on the floor without catching a cold?

Ignoring her, I took out my phone and saw 15 missed calls from Carla. She must have been so worried, I was in the same room with Ayla as I expected. I dialed her number a couple of times but it seemed she was asleep so I let it rest.

“I hate you..” Ayla murmurs, drawing my attention to her. A tear slides down her cheek and her face builder into a frown.

I watched her with amusement, wondering what kind of dream she was having to make her cry in her sleep. And then it occurred to me that I might be the cause.

“Nah.” I looked at her again and slipped out of bed.

As I carried her to bed she kept muttering, “I hate you..” and I angrily threw her on the bed forgetting that she was tugging on my shirt, causing me to join her in the fall.

We rolled to the end and just when she was about to fall I pulled her towards me, hugging her to myself. “Gracious!” I exhaled.

Just then I started hearing muffled sounds and tiny tugs, it took me forever to realize that it was Ayla trying hard to breathe. She must have woken up due to the rough pull. Damn!

“How the hell did you get here?!” I shouted, pushing her off quickly. She stared at me with wide eyes, unable to explain herself.

“I-I I was–” she stammered.

“You what? Did you touch me? Why am I wearing shorts and why are you lying beside me?” I was taking my pretense really far, but I loved the feeling of guilt that was washing up on her face.

She scratched her head nervously, searching for words to say.

“I don't know how I got here either. I was lying on the floor.”

“So you mean I brought you here?” She shook her head. “You took advantage of my drunk state, that was why you never stopped me. You had dark intentions all along, you wanted to seduce me.” I lied, staring intently at her.

“No. That's not true!” she mumbled.

“Then how did you get here?”

A knock landed on the door and we both turned to look at it. I gave her a warning signal and cleared my throat. “Who's there?”

“Head maid Moira.” The voice resounded from the door.

I climbed down the bed and threw on my robe. “Speak,” I told her.

“Breakfast is set my Lord, you should bring Lady Ayla to the table. Your father is going to be present.” She relayed.

“We will be there.”

I was having a chat with Damon when my father walked in. We all rose to welcome him and took our seats only when he had taken his.

“Greetings my Alpha” Ayla greats with a smile hanging freely on her lips.

My father glanced at her and turned to look at me, “Your wife looks like she lacked some sleep last night.” He said in the mood for trouble.

“We couldn't get–”

“It's homesickness, I terribly missed my mom.” She interrupted earning a bombastic side-eye from me.

“Is that so?” My father mused, staring at me again.

“I couldn't agree less, she even had to resolve drinking. I guess I irritate her that much.” I said absentmindedly, picking up my cutlery.

“I hope you had a good night's rest Father?” She tried to strike up a conversation with the Alpha but I shushed her.

I passed her a dark smile. “Let's eat.”

After discussing some boring issues, Father finally decided to leave the table. Ayla stood up after him but,I stopped her, claiming we had something to discuss in the room. As soon as we got away from everyone, I gripped her neck, pinning her to the wall.

Tears slowly streaked down her eyes as she stared at me weakly.

“Let me remind you that the reason why I agreed to this sham marriage is because my coronation is tomorrow. So don't even try to play smart with my father because I will be Alpha before you know it and if I were you I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize my stay here.”

I released my hold on her and walked away.