Mated to the Alpha Knight
5. Aftermath

"Sweetie, please,” My mother spoke from behind my shut bedroom door, her voice light and full ofconcern.

After replaceing out my brot- Emrys is my mate, I've locked myself up in my room. Every fiber of mybeing screamed for me to go to him, hold him, wipe the tears I know he shed last night while theother part of me was stunned to say the least.

Why out of all people on this Godforsaken Earth did my mate have to be him? Sure, all the over-protective and feeling each others feelings now made sense, but... What the fuck.

"I'm busy,”

"We both know that's not true.” She sighed, I could picture her green eyes wide with worry andbeautiful face drawn together. "Did you and Ostana get into a fight? Is it Emrys?"

Just at the mention of his name, a sob escaped my lips only to be muffled by my pillow. A momentof sweet silence passed and ended with my mother's sigh, her footsteps retreating down the hall.Silence followed for the next few minutes, my eyelids becoming heavy with both stress and due tothe sparse sleep I had gotten last night; sleep found me easily.

"Honey," My dad's voice spoke, waking me from my nap, and the heavy feeling in my heartreturning with full force. "Your mother and I are to visit Alpha Thomas, do you want to come along?”"No," Still in bed, I clutched the one thing keeping me sane right now, breathing in Emrys' scent ofrain that hoovered above his sweatshirt, letting it calm my body. I heard a few whispers that were nodoubt my mother. Darkness settled over my room.

"Are you sure? There will be cake,”

"I'm fine," Lies. "Just go and tell Ostana hi for me,” Knowing full well that she was still stuck at theAlpha's house as she didn't reply with any of my texts. They talked softly to one another before myfather sighed and walked down the steps, his heavy walk making the stairs creak softly.

"Honey, we're worr-"

"Mom," My voice became louder. "Please. I'm fine,"

She grumbled but eventually walked downstairs too, and after I heard the front door close, Idragged myself from the bed. All day long I had stayed in my bedroom, no food or drink forcomfort, my thoughts drowning out the hours, and the worst thing is I could feel Emrys' feelings ofrejection stung my heart like a thousand wasps

How am I supposed to look my brother in the eyes when he's my mate? I can't do that! That's...That's... That's not right.

Sooner or later I would have to face him though because of heat...

Oh God, I forgot about heat. Heat is when the bond becomes complete, or in other words, we bangit out.

"Fuck," I grumbled and held Emrys’ grey sweatshirt from the other night closer to my chest, relaxinginto his scent before putting it on over my simple tee-shirt. In my mirror, my appearance mickickedhow I felt; my skin paler than normal, purple crescent moons kissing my under eye lids as my blueeyes darkened, and my mess of blonde hair sat on top of my head.

My phone ringing broke the silence and I answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?""Hey Celeste,"

"Laker?" Instinctually I stood straighter, is he with Emrys? Did Emrys get hurt? I know Ostanacouldn't be with him... No, Emrys was here; his scent still lingered.

"Yeah," Laker's voice was calm, cool, and always collected. Laker was part of a neighbouring pack -Blood Moon Pack-, fifty miles north of here, and unlike our town, his city -which was entirely madeup of werewolves- was where the King Alpha William and his mate Queen Sundra lived; basically likewerewolf capital in America. "Hey is Emrys around?"

A spear through my heart. "Yeah, he's in his room." Sitting back down on my bed and laying down, Iwatched as shadows danced across the ceiling, my fan that was turned off peered back to me."Why?"

"He just won't answer his phone, yo-" Laker stopped himself and cleared his throat. "He wassupposed to come up today,"

"Oh?" I croaked out. "Well, maybe I could see if he's okay..." C'mon Laker, talk me out of it. Tell meit's fine and you'll stop by tomorrow. C'mon, c'mon!

"Really? That'd be great, Ce!" Damn it Laker. Chuckling dully at his enthusiasm, I stood back up andtook a deep breath. Every step felt heavy, every breath deep, and as I opened my door, I foundmyself smoothing out the wrinkles of his sweatshirt - does my hair look alright?

Finally I reached his room, which was just past our small library that mainly consisted of boxes filledwith holiday decor, an old computer, and two shelves of books. Emrys' scent was already wrappingaround me, my wolf purring at the proximity to Emrys, and before I reached my fist up to knock, heopened his bedroom door.

My breath hitched as I saw him; midnight black hair messy as he must've run his hands through it athousand times, stormy eyes twinkled with an unknown emotion, and he hadn't even changed fromlast night's clothing. Guilt tripped and sorrow filled, we both heard Laker's voice through the phoneand never broke eye contact.

"Damn Ce, how long is it gonna take you?"

Silence. Together we lost each other in the other's eyes, both searching as our minds went blank,and my phone fell onto the ground.

"Ce?" Laker's voice quiet as it was muffled into the carpet.

Emrys took a brave step forward.

Feeling my heart speed up and but calm down all in one second, it all happened so fast; Emrysgrabbed the spur of the moment, hands clasping my waist as he pulled me into his room, sparksexploding across my body. Gently my back hit the closed door as Emrys dipped down.

His lips met mine.