The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 11

A new day, a new Celeste. Last night before bed, she had concluded that she’d hate Zillon for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t forgive him ever, not only because he cheated on her, but because he cheated on her while she was in heat.

She had begged him, she remembered…she had cried to him as well, and he had made it his point to ignore her.

It had been her very first time experiencing such a torturous thing, it was painful, mind numbing and she wouldn’t in her entire life want to relive it again.

But perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt so much if Zillon had done his part. If he hadn’t marked her, such pain would’ve never been bestowed upon her in the first place, and despite that, he had the audacity to treat her unfairly.

She hated him! She hated him so god damn much…and that’s why she got up this morning and made noodle for only herself.

He had told her not to touch his food, and she wouldn’t, so it’s either he ate it raw, ask Celia to come cook for him or starve.

Huffing, she slurped up some noodle into her mouth from the bowl in her hand, glaring at the walls. Zillon’s scent was riding high on her conscience, he was up and awake, she could hear as the wooden steps creaked under his feet.

Perhaps he was hungry now, he had eaten since Celia left… And though that fact shouldn’t have shaken Celeste, it did.

She should’ve washed the dishes, she should’ve cooked him food. No matter what, he was her mate, it was her job to take care of him…even if he cheated…

Putting down the bowl of noodle, Celeste walked out of her room and down the same stairs Zillon hadn’t long ago walked down. She headed in the direction his scent was most prominent, ending up at the kitchen door way.

Her eyes scanned the room, replaceing Zillon in the very centre of it. His eyes were pointed directly at her, but not only them, his beautiful pink nipples too.

The man had on no shirt, his abs were on full display, his navel, his pecs…and boy was he perfect…

Celeste was practically filling her eyes with the sight of him. Perhaps it was the matebond, but the need to draw closer to him was more than just prominent and apart from the butterflies in her head, there was this uncontrollable heat in the pit of her stomach.

She was aroused, it didn’t take a fool to know, but the desire within her, would he ever fulfil it?

The answer to that question was blatant to Celeste, he would never, which was why she hurriedly looked away, not wanting to torture her own self. “I…goodmorning.”

“What do you want?”

“Nothing, I ju—”

“Well in that case, go back to your room, it’s too early for you to spoil my mood.”

“But I—”

“Go back to your room, Celeste.”

Celeste swallowed her words and her tears too, aceding to his order. Why was she so stupid?

She was incapable of completely hating him, even after all he had done to her. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t care about him anymore, she had promised not to cook him food or cater for his health and yet she had stupidly came down here to do the opposite.

It’s good that he had turned her away, it’s good that he had been harsh, at least now she’d learn to hate him even faster…

Picking up the bowl of soggy noodles from her bedside table, she continued to eat, but even when she tried not to, her thoughts kept straying towards his well-being.

Celeste couldn’t take it anymore, the room was suffocating and her thoughts even more. She wasn’t sure if it was the noodles, or the bright sun that bathed the earth outside, but she felt hot and bother. Should she go for a run, or do just what she was dying to…?

Sighing, she rose out of bed, catching her blond hair into a messy bundle and fastening it with the elastic band that had been on her wrist.

She walked out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen. It seems her conscience wouldn’t stop bothering her unless she did what it kept telling her to, so might as well, she just conceded.

She washed the dishes, the pots and the spoons, then did just what Zillon told her not; touch his food. She took out chicken from the fridge, then went into the cupboard for a pack of spaghetti, deciding to cook something easy and tasty; chicken Alfredo.

In no time, the task was complete and two plates —one belonging to Zillon and the other to her— laid on the dinner table.

Celeste smiled, pleased with herself as she sauntered up the stairs, lodging at his room door. She had been planning to bring him a tray, but not after what he did last time.

Slowly and a little nervously, she reached out to knock, but stopped herself when she heard his approaching footsteps. The door was pulled open, and in the doorway he mightily stood. “You again? What the f*ck do you want now?”

The irritation on his face was clear, yet still Celeste smiled at him, feeling nothing but butterflies in her stomach. He was wearing a shirt now, but his beauty was still unparalleled. “I cooked you dinner. I noticed you hadn’t eaten since this mornin—”

“Did I ask to cook? Moreover, did I tell you I was hungry?”

Celeste’s smile slowly disappear. “No, but I thoug—”

Zillon smelled the air, then looked down at her with eyes that only reflected anger. “Did you touch my chicken, Celeste?”

“I…I…I—”

He pushed pass her, heading down the stairs. Celeste followed him, ending up at the table where she had laid the plates of food. “Disobedience is like betrayal in an Alpha’s eyes. Didn’t I tell you not to touch anything except for the noodles.”

Celeste nodded dumbly.

“Then why the f**k did you brazenly touch my milk, my cheese, my spaghetti and my f*****g chicken?”

“Because I—”

“Disobedient, disrespectful, ill-mannered, barefaced, you’re all the things you shouldn’t be. I should punish you, lock you up in your room until you apologize, until you learn to comply…but unfortunately, what I said really was unreasonable.” He took a seat around the table, gesturing to himself. “If I forbade you from touching all the food, what would I eat?”

He drew the two plates in front of him, then smiled darkly up at her. “Go now, I’m sure you haven’t eaten either. There’s still ramen noodles in the cupboard, right? Go make some for yourself.”

A/N// Okay so this happened. Zillon is at it again, being a bastard that only cares about himself.