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Cold Showers And Blame The Whisky
~WILLIAM~
“Fucking hell,”I groaned and opened my heavy eyelids. The unfamiliar ceiling distracted me from the pounding headache I was enduring in the hollows of my head. “Why do I feel like I died?”
“Crazy Willa came out for a bit.”My eyes widened for a moment as I debated who on earth was in my head, but I finally clued in that it was Bria - male edition.
It’s gonna take me a bit to get used to your male voice.
A peek into my mind rewarded me with Bria’s sitting frame as his tail moved side to side in glee.
“Good evening, Willow.”
Bria. Glad to see you’re okay. I still feel like shit.
“That is probably due to your hormone imbalance,”he emphasized.“I feel like Aurelia was here earlier.”
Really?
That encouraged me to blink out of my daze and attempt to sit up. From the change in my surroundings, I realized I was no longer in a medical room. It looked more like a bedroom, the walls covered with vintage wallpaper.
The pattern was of pink roses with tiny copper flakes that accented the look. It blended nicely with the wooden furniture with accents of rose gold.
The room’s atmosphere was cozy, just like the bed. If it wasn’t for the single IV pole that was still hooked up to me, I’d assume I’d woken up in a cottage home up in the mountains during winter.
The sight of the IV made my stomach flip a few times, haunting memories I wished to not recall trying to resurface in this moment of awakening, but I shut it down quickly.
Just like how I aggressively pulled the IV out.
"Do you have to be problematic when you just wake up?”
I frowned at the question as my eyes slowly looked around the room until they landed on Dimitris.
Fucking hell. How can this man look dead yet seductively hot at the same time?
Surely, there was something in the rule book of life circumstances that says you can’t look like shit and be attractive at the same time, right?
I guessed I couldn’t be one to talk. I recalled being with Saint when I woke up as Willow with very little clothes from the get-go, but now as William, I was wearing absolutely nothing beneath this thick blanket of brown silk with a pink rose pattern.
Maybe that’s why my cock is growing harder by the second.
Couldn’t my frisky moment with Saint be enough to appease my horny hunger? My body just wanted to be a defiant ass while making me suffer the process that came with being attracted to your Alpha when there was no excuse for it.
Yes, Alpha Dimitris -more like Dimi the Scowling Asshole -was sitting in that vintage seat in the corner of the room, blending nicely in the shadows even though he was fucking shirtless and, again, looked dead.
Looked dead with his tired eyes surrounded by black circles and his scowling expression.
He looked like he didn’t want to exist right now, and frankly, I couldn’t really blame him. He was going through the gigs with my spiral in my suicidal cyclone, almost getting killed, getting kidnapped, almost dying again, then actually dying, surviving an avalanche, and proceeding to die -yet again.
Ya. I think he’s just tired of my dying nonsense.
“As if that’s our fault or problem,”Bria casually noted with a hint of annoyance in his tone. I was liking how badass he was in male form. It gave me a bit of a boost in the confidence realms to keep being a dick.
I knew why I secretly enjoyed being a bastard to Dimitris when I was William. It was a turn-on for me and gave him a glimpse of what he normally did to me and everyone else on the regular.
He obviously had his good points, and I may get to see a bit of it if I got past his sour mood, but for now, he wasn’t going to get nice William if he was going to be asshole Dimi.
