Chapter 11
Samantha’s POV
“The Alpine Bar is just down the street,” one of the Alphas recommended but the others refused, uttering bad experiences in the said establishment.
I had not expected the meeting to end on such a strange note. The moment the rogue incident was resolved, the Alphas and Betas seemed eager to blow off steam as they planned to go to one of the nearest bars in the area. Jokes were shared, and a few of them were already laughing, the threat of the hybrid seemed to have been pushed aside for a temporary escape.
We all left the conference hall once they had decided on a place, but I was not in the mood for a drink.
“Sam!” Killian called, jogging up to me with a mischievous grin. “Come with us. We could use a little distraction, right?” he convinced.
I folded my arms, already shaking my head. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
Killian groaned dramatically, his hand over his heart. “You’re no fun,” he teased, acting like he had been hurt by my refusal.
“I’m plenty of fun,” I shot back, managing a small smile. “But I would rather have all my wits about me, especially with everything that is happening.”
He gave a resigned sigh, though his eyes glinted with humor. “Fine, your loss. But don’t blame me if you miss out on seeing some truly embarrassing drunk Alpha moments,” he joked, although that would have been too hilarious to witness— the Alpha’s getting out of control because of alcohol.
“I’ll survive,” I promised.
Killian wandered off, joining the others as they headed out, and I made my way back to my hotel room. The hallways were quiet, almost eerily so, and the adrenaline from the meeting had left me feeling jittery. As soon as I reached my room, I went into the bathroom and showered, then I collapsed onto the bed after changing into my nightgown, hoping for a peaceful sleep.
But peace never seemed to last long.