Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 110

110 A world without her.

Kael.

I woke up to the worst kind of banging headache hammering at the back of my skull that anyone could ever imagine, but on the brighter side, it felt as though I’d just had the most restful sleep of my life.

I felt insanely energized. Light. My wolf was alert, and even my previously aching body no longer hurt so badly; And to top all of that, Leilani’s smell was everywhere. And I mean E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.

She was in my head. In the sheets. On my pillow… even on my shirt-

Wait, that’s not my shirt!

My eyes widened as I quickly sat up, and due to how fast my actions had been, my vision swarmed for a nanosecond before everything slowly came into focus.

I frowned when the sudden realization that I was not in my room dawned on me. Goddess, I was not even in my house! My shoes were off and I was wearing a strange shirt that smelled too much like Leilani.

What the actual fuck?

Confused, I flung the bed covers off my body but just as I stood up, images from the previous night came flooding into my mind and a sudden heat crept up my face when I remembered the kiss that Leilani and I had shared.

I couldn’t remember what most of our conversation had entailed but I could remember the kiss, and right now, it replayed itself over and over again in my head like a video on loop.

Warmth flared on my cheeks and a sense of embarrassment flooded my veins when I realized that I, Kael Stormborn, was blushing.

A whole me.

A reputable Alpha, blushing at the thought of Leilani.

How the fuck is that even possible?

I glanced around the room quickly, looking for my shirt and when I still couldn’t find it,

I frowned. Gosh, I couldn’t leave this room like this. Even the Heavens knew that I

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couldn’t face her like this… that I couldn’t leave this room and allow her see me in this shirt that was obviously hers.

A small voice at the back of my skull tried to remind me that she must’ve been the one to dress me up, but even though I already knew this, I still did not budge.

And the stupid heat burning my cheeks wouldn’t stop

I groaned. “I need to get out of here! This girl is in my head… I need to-”

I stopped ranting when I noticed a small piece of paper by the bedstand table. It was held onto the table by a bottle of sparkling water, and beside it was a bottle of pain

killers.

I paused, my eyes widening in surprise. “She left me drugs?”

Slowly, I walked up to the table as if half expecting it to explode, and after picking up the note and placing the bottle of water back onto the table, I read it in silence. It said;

“By the time you wake up, I’ll be at work, so I’m leaving these instructions for you for easy navigation around the house. Your shirt’s downstairs in the laundry- which is the first door to your left after the kitchen. It reeked, so I had to change you into something cleaner.

There’s a bottle of pain killers for your hangover and your shoes are also downstairs by the door. I made you breakfast. It’s at the table.

Ps: leave as soon as you’ve eaten, and if you decide not to eat, that’s just fine as well.”

I froze.

Of everything I’d expected to find, this was the last thing I would’ve thought of.

Now knowing that she wasn’t in the house anymore, I easily slipped out of the room and went downstairs where surprisingly, everything was just as she’d explained in the

note.

I usually skipped breakfasts most of the time, but for some reason, I was compelled to eat the one she’d made for me simply because it was made by her. So with this thought, I walked over to the dining table, opened the bowls of covered food and gasped when I was met with a mouthwatering platter.

It consisted of a simple yet elegant blend of scrambled eggs that looked so juicy and

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golden, it looked like it belonged to an art gallery rather than a table. Beside it were potions of crispy bacon, some hash browns, toast, a glass of orange juice and some cut

kiwis.

And I loved kiwis.

My mouth watered.

At the moment, I didn’t care about anything else besides the juicy meal in front of me. I didn’t care that I was in Leilani’s house lounging like a princess. All I cared about was the fact that she’d made this for me. That she’d looked out for me despite the fact that we weren’t on good terms… And that was nothing like the things I’d heard about her.

It was nothing like the image of her I had painted in my head, but pushing these thoughts away, I greedily took a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth, and moaned as soon as it hit my tastebuds.

Goddess, the taste of the food made my nerves roared to life. My body thrummed with excitement, and for the love of me, I couldn’t help but wonder how I managed to devour the entire meal in less than five minutes.

Her food was just like her- simple yet addictive. It was so delicious. So rich with the perfect blend of vegetables and spice.

I ate relatively quickly, and after cleaning up the dishes used, I left her a note thanking her for the food, dragged in a lungful of her scent into my lungs and left.

And as I got into my car to drive off, the weird feeling that’s been nagging at me for days- the weird voice at the back of my skull reminding me that I was making a mistake- grew louder.

I couldn’t help now but think that my brothers and I had fumbled something precious. That we were about to make the worst possible mistakes of our lives by marrying Chalice.1

Looking down at the extra copies of our wedding invitation cards scattered across my passenger seat, I suddenly began to contemplate cancelling the wedding.

Maybe it was for the best.

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