Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 15

Special POV

Lord Madison's POV

I sat at the bar, gulping my drink and lost in thought, when suddenly, a woman stumbled up to me, swaying on unsteady feet. She was clearly drunk; her words slurred as she spoke.

"Hey, I know you!" she said, pointing a finger at me. "You're the Hybrid King!"

I looked up at her, my irritation growing as I recognized her. It was the girl I had met at the party who had fallen by my side just to gain my interest.

"Yeah, I remember you," I said flatly, hoping she would take the hint and leave me alone.

But she didn't seem to pick up on my tone. Instead, she plopped down on the bar stool and looked up at me.

"I believe you misunderstood me that night," she giggled. "You think I'm one of those girls who would do anything to get your attention, huh?" She spoke while I could perceive the smell of too much intake of whiskey from her mouth.

I groaned, feeling my frustration mount. I didn't want to draw attention to us, but I also didn't want her by my side. With a frustrated sigh, I took a sip of my drink and tried to ignore her, but she just kept on talking.

"The thing is that I missed my steps and nothing else. And besides, why would I want to get your attention when I know you'll definitely not look my way, and I'm not your type." She scoffed, took my glass of drink, and gulped it all down her throat. Because of her behavior, I found myself growing more and more irritated. I just wanted to be left alone, but this drunk woman seemed determined to keep me company, and annoyed me.

With an angry groan, I stood up abruptly and threw some money down on the bar.

"You should go home. You are drunk." And with that, I turned and walked away.

I walked out of the club and located where my car was, only to hear loud yells behind me. With an irritated groan, I turned and saw the same drunk woman approaching me while tripping. "Damn it." I groaned and opened my car door, but she got to me before I could go in.

"Hybrid King, I have to report an injustice to you." She spoke drunkenly while placing her two hands above her hips.

"Move away, young woman, or you won't like what I will do to you." I threatened and tried to enter my car, but felt her hand grab my arm, and out of impulse, I shoved her away and saw her hit her head on a car and fall flat to the ground.

With a groan, I stood and watched, waiting for her to get up, but she didn't. Neither did she move nor make a sound. "Damn, it!" I groaned and walked over to where she lay.

I squatted over her, checked her pulse, and realized she was alive but had just fainted. With a heavy sigh, I returned to my car, took out a bottle of water, and returned to where she lay. I opened the water and poured it on her, but she didn't move an inch. "Wake up!" I groaned, and just then, I noticed people were coming out of the club, and I didn't want them to see me with her.

So many things were happening in my life, and I didn't want to give people another headline.

Left with no other options, I took her into my arms and returned to my car. I opened the door with one hand and made her sit on the back seat. Sighing, I closed the door and entered the driver's seat.

I turned on the car and drove out of the club. As I drove, my blood boiled with anger and irritation. I went out tonight to clear my head and run away from the pain in my heart, but I didn't know it would end up this way.

After driving for almost twenty minutes, I drove into my hotel and parked in my parking space. I got out of the car, opened the back seat door, and shook her viciously, but I didn't get a response from her.

"Damn it!" I groaned and hit the car with my left fist. My blood boiled with rage and anger. I didn't want this. I didn't leave my country and my home just to end up in such a mess.

"What do I do?" I asked my wolf, but as usual, he was silent. He has been quiet for the past three months.

"Great, ignore me," I grumbled, and picked her up from the car. In order to avoid being seen by people and creating another headline news for them, I followed the back door and took the stairs. With her in my arms, I climbed the stairs until we got to the fourth floor, where my private suite was located. I carried her through the hallway and made her rest on the wall while I opened the door.

I entered the room, locked the door with the key, and made her lie on the long couch. With a sigh, I stretched my arms. She indeed has a large amount of weight.

As she lay numb on the couch, I stood and stared at her, taking a good glimpse of her.

As I stood there, watching the sleeping lady on my couch, I took in the peaceful sight before me. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically as she hangs into slumber, her breaths coming out in soft, calming whispers. Her body is relaxed, and there is no tension in her expression or posture. I can see her face clearly and notice how her black hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

She has a round face that looks soft and puffy, giving me the urge to touch it, but I sighed and took a step backward. Grumbling within myself, I went to my drawer, took out a first aid kit, and returned to her. She was bleeding in her left arm, probably from the hit. As I knelt beside her, a frustrated sigh left my lips. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine my night would end up this way. I cleaned her wounded arm, wrapped it in a bandage, and returned the first aid box.

With curiosity, I stood and watched her while I contemplated on what to do with her. It was almost midnight, and she hadn't woken up. I wanted to check her bag and maybe go through her things, but I stopped myself and sat on the bed with my gaze fixed on her. I could see the rise and fall of her chest and hear the inaudible whisper coming from her lips.

After the incident at Leo's party, I had forgotten about her and what she did because I got numerous reactions from ladies. With what has happened to me a few months ago, many ladies have looked for means and ways to get my attention, but none has been able to, and none will.

While my gaze was still fixed on her, I noticed she was crying silently in her sleep, forcing me to get up on my feet. I walked to her, squatted beside her, and watched her sob silently with her eyes closed.

With furrowed eyebrows, I watched tears fall freely from her eyes and began hearing mumbling from her lips. I paid attention to her words but couldn't pick any meaningful ones from them. Tears continued to fall from the corners of her eyes until she mumbled a word I could pick. "Why do you always take what is mine!" She mumbled with so much pain in her voice.