The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 13

Celeste hollered out, her eyes running hot and boiling tears. Her body —na.ked, completely bare to the world— felt heavy, her mind too… and it was all because of the heat she was presently in.

It felt even worst than the first time and just like then, Zillon had left before she even woke up. Today was a Sunday, the day that all pack men went out to hunt. Those who are unmated for themselves and those mated for their mates.

But instead of bringing her back meat, Celeste hoped that he’d bring back a sense of understanding, of sympathy. She was in pain, his mate was in pain.

All it took to help her was his touch. Would he be selfish like last time? Would he let her suffer?

Celeste was certain he would and she feared that more than anything else. For how would she get rid of this heat if he didn’t touch her?

It didn’t work when she touched herself and moreover, she hated doing it. It made her feel vulnerable, weak and shameless.

This heat made her do things she had never done before and it also made her beg for things that she’d never ask for when she’s in the right state of mind.

Things like se.x, any form of intimacy. It made her want it so bad, that the fact that she couldn’t have it was painful, but it only made her want it from one person…

Zillon…

And he wasn’t even here.

Twisting in agony on the bed, Celeste folded her legs tightly over each other, trying to suppress herself. Her fingers tore into the sheets, her l!ps between her teeth. This was hard to endure, but Zillon will come, he’ll soon be here.

The hunt didn’t take more than an hour, all she had to do was wait.

Zillon’s hunt didn’t take an hour, it took two, but regardless of that, it was a joy to Celeste’s heart when the front door was pushed open and his scent flooded in.

She didn’t care that it was mixed with the faint scent of Celia, she only cared that he was here, that he came back to her.

Weakly pushing herself off the bed, she staggered out of her room, only able to make it to the top of the staircase. With blurry eyes, she stared down at the last step, hoping to god that if she at least tried she’d make it down there.

Her legs were weak, it felt as though the heat was wrapped tightly around her knees, trying with all its might to stop her from moving. Yet still, she took a step down, barely stopping herself from plummeting over.

She felt utterly useless, utterly drained, she felt utterl—

“Celeste…?”

Celeste’s eyes jerked up, meeting that of Zillon’s.

“What are you doi…?” He cut himself off, taking a second to sniff the air. “Are you in heat again?”

Celeste swallowed her pride, nodding pitifully at him. “I…please Zillon…it hurts…”

Zillon’s eyes shifted from obsidian to orange, then back to obsidian again. He shook his head, seeming to be in an internal battle with himself. “Not now…not today.”

He took a hesitant step back, clenching his fist by his side. “Go to your room, Celeste.”

Celeste shook her head, his scent, his presence, everything about him driving her crazy. “Please…I just want…want… I want y—”

“Go to your f*cking room!” His voice was coarse, his words spoken in a tone that not even she could disobey.

With a sob, she staggered back, her legs wobbling, bringing her straight to her knees. “I-I can’t…please…”

“Celeste…” Zillon warned.

“I-It hurts…just hug me, just touch me…please I ju…I just want you.”

Zillon gritted his teeth, his steps threatening as he walked up the stairs, stopping in front of her. He grabbed her arm, hauling her back down the hall. “I never asked what you wanted, I sent you to your f*cking room.”

He push her door open, hauling her through it. “Can you walk?”

Celeste shook her head, tears floating like a river down her cheeks. “Weak…it-it hurts, your grip too, it’s tight.”

Zillon let her loose immediately, his hand resting by his side. “The elders asked about you today, I don’t know how, but they knew about your heat. They asked if it started and they said that if it had, then it wouldn’t stop, not until we mate…” He looked away, eyes fixating on the walls. “They said you’ll suffer, more so you’re an omega, the heat won’t stop until it eats your consciousness away, you’ll go mad.”

Celeste’s eyes widened, the organ in her chest palpitating as fast as lightening. “I…I—”

The words wouldn’t come or was it that she had nothing to say?

She was going to go mad, she was going to lose her consciousness, all because she was unwanted. Fresh tears breached the lid of her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. Would Zillon let that happen?

Well of course he would. If he got rid of her, he could just go on ahead and mate Celia. Wasn’t that what he wanted?

Her out of the picture, gone, completely d—

“Does it feel any better when I touch you?”

Celeste looked up at him, dumbly nodding.

“If so, then come here…”

She was hesitant, but crept like a soldier would for his life over to Zillon’s feet. He stooped down to her level, settling one hand beneath her knees and the other supporting her back as he lifted her.

He walked over to the bed, placing her down on the soft matress. His eyes ran over her na.ked form as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’ll try my very best to make you feel better.”

A/N// What do you think will happen now guys?