The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 142

Alexander’s POV…..

The early hours of the morning had taken a huge toll on me, and I could practically murder anyone who did as much as step on my feet. All the while, Caleb had been acting weird, but I didn’t push to ask since I already knew what was up with him.

I guess we all have something eating us up one way or the other, and I am trying as much not to let the situation of the pack betrayers get to me. The moment I got back into my office, I locked the door, got out of my wheelchair and began a punching spree on the poor couch placed in the centre. Not getting enough from it, I indulged in a rigorous number of pushups. I wanted to burn myself out and not get to think of anything. The intention was to remain blank for as long as I could.

It didn’t work, and I wanted to shift so badly; it was a tug of war between my wolf and I. There was no way I would get away without being noticed. I had to indulge in a whole bottle of vodka to numb my mind, and it felt better by the time I was done.

The thought of going home to Edwina played on my mind, but I knew that wasn’t what I needed. What I needed to do was work up a way to make the first attack on the sizzlers and bring an entire end to Ben’s egoistic move towards overthrowing me and taking over my pack.

“Shit.” I spat out in annoyance, leaning into my chair and twirling myself around, letting the drink seep into each one of my veins. I was sweating so much despite being under a fully-blasted AC. I should be cold, but all I felt was the extreme heat of annoyance. I wanted to yell so loud and probably break a few glass panes here and there.

But it sounded silly, I know. A burst of drunken laughter escaped my lips; it’s unheard of that a whole alpha would lose his mind and begin to break through things just for the sake of it.

Throwing my head to the back, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. Then I began to hear a distant consistent sound of a door being hammered. I didn’t pay much mind to it at first, but then again, the noise was far and continuous.

Squinting my eyes and trying to adjust to the effect of the light touching my face, I thought I must have slept for a while.

“Who the f**k is that!” I g*****d, still feeling a bit drunk. The noise was closer now, and I could tell it was my office door being knocked on.

Best believe that I’m so going to knock the living daylight out of the one who couldn’t tell that I had no interest in seeing anyone at the moment. For f***s sake, the door is locked. People around here lack manners.

Not forgetting to keep up my facade of being paralyzed, I got into the wheelchair and rolled the f*****g tires towards the door. I can’t honestly explain why I keep cussing out, but it’s not like it’s my fault, and I actually intend to.

Sometimes being an alpha, or should I say most times it’s almost suicidal. Maybe my parents shouldn’t have been so ambitious. Ok, that came out wrongly, I guess. I enjoy being an alpha. Just hate the stress and troubles that accompany it.

Getting to the door, I tried to act natural when I got the thought that I must have zoned out for long and probably Caleb got scared that something went wrong.

Unlocking the door, I opened it to find Caleb looking like a lost cause. His shirt button flew off and wasn’t in place. The bastard was just as drunk as I was; it’s no surprise he almost brought down the door.

Now, I need to question my guards for not moving such a nuisance from my doorway.

“Welcome to the club, buddy.” I hiccuped, inviting him in as I shut the door close.

Dumping himself onto a couch, he stared at me and then eyed, “How in the world did you not hear me knocking all day?”

I threw my hands down, looking at him squarely. “You haven’t been knocking all day, you drunkard. Just a few minutes, and why the hell did you keep banging on the door? Couldn’t you have thought that I was out?” I could feel myself slurring.

Caleb sat up with a scoff, “there is no way you could have left when no one saw you. You don’t have legs, remember?”

If I wasn’t so drunk, I would have sent him spiralling out of that seat for throwing a diss at me. “Shut the hell up!” He laughed, holding onto his belly.

“I should really have you sacked. How can the whole Beta of a pack be drunk when it’s not even noon yet?” I pointed out.

Stupid Caleb had an annoying smirk on his face, “I could say the same for you, dear alpha.”

“I really should consider sacking you.”

“Then write for two, cause the both of us obviously aren’t fit for these posts.”

With my eyes laced with sleep, I could tell Caleb wasn’t in his exact thinking state, and something entirely different was bothering him. “Tell me, buddy, what’s up with you?”

He didn’t say much at first, just stared blankly at the wall. “I made a fool of myself in front of Becca.”

I facepalmed, groaning, “I thought I made it clear for you to stay away from her until you are able to figure out all of this?”

“I tried…” He sounded like he would cry, “I did try, but I couldn’t get the thoughts of her off my head.”

“Are you listening to yourself?”

“Can’t really seem to hear myself.”

“Is that a joke?”

He chuckled, nodding, “did you find it funny?”

I chortled, “what the hell did you take?”

“A whole bottle of Brandy. You?”

“Thought to indulge in some vodka.” I hiccuped again.

He let out a horrible giggle, “guess we might as well swim in this pool of gin.”

I nodded, letting the alcohol do its thing, “you are right, my man, you are right.”