Rejected You Alpha, for A Beast
Chapter 20

JESSICA’S POV

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When we started kissing, it was even better than our first. It felt like everything stopped and I am a hundred percent positive that it became a core memory that’s now engraved in my brain.

He pulls me on top of him, his hands capturing the hem of my shirt and he pulls it up. I carelessly lift my arms and he tosses the material to the side once it’s off me.

His hands roam down to my breasts, giving them a squeeze that makes me gasp. His hands travel down to my waist before he pulls my upper body down against his, his hands staying there, his fingers digging into my skin. Our lips wrestle and my raven hair falls to the one side, acting like a curtain while we viciously make out.

He slips his tongue past my parted lips, devouring my mouth and I start to suck on his tongue, making him g***n in pleasure. He pulls me back by my waist and I release his tongue. Our eyes lock and his once emerald orbs are now a bright silver, like a ring glowing around his orbs. “Did I hurt you?” I ask in a mere whisper, “No, but do that again and we might break this bed tonight.” he grits out before he pushes me off. I shriek as I fall onto the other side of the bed and within seconds, he’s settled between my thighs.

Both of our upper bodies are bare, the magical feeling of our skin grinding against one another makes me squirm in pleasure.

He leans up, kissing me , his one hand beside my head and the other travelling my body, roaming it like it’s curious. He feels every part of me until he stops at the waistband of my shorts.

He breaks our k**s, pulling his face back as his fingers trails just above my waistband, making me suck in a deep breath.

With him looking at me like I’m his everything and the heat building between us, I can’t think of anything else than praying that he would rip my shorts off and sink into me.

“I don’t mean to be anything other than grateful that you’re in my bed, but are you sure?” he asks as his finger slips into my waistband, hooking it.

I begin to chew on my bottom l*p as I think of how much pain I was in, “Hey.” his fingers slip out of my waistband and he cups my cheek, “Don’t get in your head.” he pulls my mind away from the thought of Nick.

“Sorry.” I sigh and he c***s his head before dropping down beside me. “It’s fine.” he sighs before handing my shirt to me.

I sit up, my entire face feeling hot as I tug my shirt back on.

I watch Nathaniel from the side of my eye as he sits back, resting his hands behind his head. “I’m sorry.” I say again, hating that it came out a little annoyed. “It’s fine, really.” he chuckles lowly and he drapes his one arm around my neck before pulling me into his side.

“We’ve been cheated out of our big moment by history but it’s not the end of the world.” he k****s the side of my head as I lay in his arm. “Should we sleep?” I frown, hating that the thought of Nick got in our way, again.

I wish nothing but the worst for that a*s once our bond is broken.

It’s going to be strange to not wear his mark, it’s one thing that the muscle in my index finger has been use to trail every single day.

It’s a part of me and now it’s going to be removed.

“I guess.” he sighs before reaching for we shimmy under the covers and fall asleep cuddling.

I stayed awake for hours after Nathaniel had fallen asleep and somewhere in the middle of the night, I passed out in his arms.

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Waking up with Nathaniel kissing my neck sent my body in overdrive and I turn in his arms, crashing my lips to his. “Goodmorning.” he mutters against my lips, “Hi.” I beam as he pulls away.

“We have a lot to do today.” he mutters before tossing the duvet off him and he gets up.

I sigh as I stare at him walking off to his closet and when he opens the closet door, I notice the tattoo on his back.

“What’s on your back?” I frown and he shrugs as he puts his t-shirt on. “It’s nothing. Just a stupid tattoo I got when I was drunk.” he snorts before turning to me. “Shall we go eat breakfast?” he asks and my stomach rumbles at the thought of food. “I guess we shall.” I smile as I get out and he bends down in front of the bed, “Here, the tiles get cold.” he hands me a pair of slippers and I put them on before we head downstairs.

As we walk down the hallway, everything is still quiet inside the house, until we get downstairs and he leads me into the kitchen where Louis is standing behind the stove.

“Hi.” Nathaniel mutters, “Good morning.” I beam and sit down at the counter when Nathaniel pulls the bar chair out for me.

“Oh, you’re awake. I thought you two would sleep in.” he wiggles his eyebrows at Nathaniel, “We didn’t.” Nathaniel grits out, glaring at his beta as if he were an enemy. “No late night?” Louis pushes, “No.” I prop my elbows onto the counter, my hand absentmindedly moving to my neck as my finger trails my mark.

Nathaniel moves around, getting things from the fridge as Louis moves around him effortlessly. They move in sync around one another and I can’t help but think of Nick.

We use to live like that too, moved around one another everywhere because we knew each other’s next moves.

After we ate, Nathaniel made me go upstairs to shower and get changed while he cleaned up and I brushed my hair while he got dressed right behind me.

It all felt so simple, like I’ve been here for weeks, even months, but it was only my second day living here, third day if I count the night I came over.

He showed me around outside and it was beyond beautiful. Every pack member had it’s own home and the gardens and buildings were beautiful. I could tell this place was here for thousands of years just by the look of the buildings and the big trees that were around the place.

“What’s that?” I freeze under a big tree and I look up at the little wooden house that looks like it’s been here forever. The wood looks old and rotten.

“A treehouse I built.”, “It looks old.” I stare at him, “It’s just worn down. Nobody takes care of anything around here.” he shrugs before tugging me away from the tree, as if he didn’t want me near it.

“But the wood looks rotten, how long ago did you build it?” I frown, “I can’t remember.” he shuts my question down and I just follow him to an old looking church that’s far from the rest of the homes.

It’s a part of me and now it’s going to be removed.

He knocks and I can’t help but feel creeped out by the place. I smile when someone opens the door and whoever it is, is wearing a gown, over his head and entire body. “It’s me.” he takes my hand and he brushes past the person who steps back and slams the door shut.

“Nathaniel.” the woman’s voice makes me look at her and she takes off her gown, showing her glowing face. She doesn’t look any older than thirty years old. “Elder Marie.” he bows his head to her and my jaw just drops. She can not be an elder, she’s so young!

Nathaniel clears his throat and I glance at him. My eyes widen as he gives me a warning look while bowed, “I’m sorry.” I mutter before bowing my head to her, “No worries, I look young.” she chuckles, “But it’s only because we have magic keeping us this young.” she whips her blonde hair over her shoulder before walking past us.

“Is this Jessica, your mate?” Elder Marie asks, “Yes.” he clears his throat as we follow her down the long hall between the benches.

It’s so dark in here, cold too. It’s like the sun never gets in.

“And you want to remove her chosen mate’s mark?” she asks and I can’t help but wonder when Nathaniel told her all of this.

He probably told her the night he left me at home to say goodbye.

“It’s dark in here.” I comment and Nathaniel looks at me, “It’s a sacred place.” he mutters and I get creeped out more and more as she leads us to the back and opens a wall. A f*****g wall.

Lights flicker on as we descend the stairs and I can’t help but clutch his hand in a deadly grip.

I feel like I’m walking through a grave.

As we walk down a tiny hall and into a big room, there are others too and Nathaniel immediately bows his head and I follow his lead, trusting him even though my heart is pounding in my ears.

Zola also doesn’t like it down here, I can feel her anxiety, the way she wants to claw out of me to run away.

These elders have a different smell on them, but probably because they are Lycans too.

‘Or it’s because they keep themselves young and rot from the inside out.’ Zola snarls and I press my lips into a thin line to keep myself from laughing.

Zola and I have a great sense of humor, her more than me, but she always makes me laugh, even if I’m about to die.

“Come sit.” Marie gestures to the horrid-looking chair in the middle of the room. The walls are covered with racks and little bottles everywhere.

I tug on Nathaiel’s hand, pulling him closer, “I don’t like this.” I whisper under my breath. “There’s nothing to worry about.” Elder Marie turns to me, smiling, “You’re strong, I can sense it. You’ll survive effortlessly.” she beams before turning her back to me and she takes something off the rack.

“It’s safe, trust me.” he smiles and I inhale a deep breath as he walks with me to the chair.

Something feels wrong…like way wrong…