The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 140 Book 2 Chapter 72

“Where is she?” Zillon asked as soon as he returned home.

Liam and Fredd looked away from the TV and gave him a guilty look. “She fell asleep, not sure if she’s awake now, but her mood will be sour…in fact since you’re here, we’re leaving.”

“What did you guys do to get her to sleep?”

“Well you know, nothing out of the ordinary…we just told her she was fat and…and ugly…”

“What?”

“You told us to stop her from eating, that’s the only thing we could come up with…”

Zillon pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not even going to argue or complain, it’s my fault for asking idiots for a favour. Go before I strangle you both…”

Liam and Fredd nodded and quickly walked out of the living room. Zillon glared at them until they disappeared out of his line of vision before walking up the stairs. He entered his room, replaceing Celeste asleep on their bed.

They had renovated her room, filled it up with things for their future kids, so it wasn’t her room anymore…but then again, here was where she belonged from the very beginning.

Walking over to the bed, he laid beside her, an arm circling her waist as he inhaled her scent. She smelled as good as the night he marked her, looked just as pretty…

He wondered if she had believed those idiots…for if she did, then it wouldn’t be pretty when she woke u—

Zillon’s thoughts were cut short when Celeste shuffled away from him and pushed his arm away from her. “Don’t touch me.”

“You weren’t sleeping?”

“I am now…”

“Are you angry at me?”

“Why would I be angry at you?”

“Then is it because of what Liam and Fredd said? You know that you’re beautiful, Celeste…have I not said it enough to convince you?” He inched closer to her, wrapping her back into his arms. “If so, then you’re beautiful, the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m fat though…”

“You’re not and even if you are, it’s because of the pregnancy. I’ve always wanted to see you like this, swelled up with my pups, don’t listen to those idiots, they’ve never seen real beauty before or rather, they don’t know how to identify it.”

Celeste turned in his arms, glaring at his chest. “Then why…?” She shook her head, changing her question. “Then do you love me still?”

“Always will, Kitten.”

“Okay…”

Her whispered response had Zillon smiling gently as he lifted chin so she faced him. “Did you cry again today?”

Celeste nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to strangle those two and I’m even more sorry that I wasn’t here to wipe them.” He kissed her forehead. “Did you sleep well.”

“Hmmn.”

“And you’re not hungry, are you?”

“I’m not, but I’d probably eat some biscuits with tomato sauce now.”

Zillon cringed. “Sounds nasty, but I’ll go get some for you.”

He opted to get up, but Celeste stopped him. “I’m not ready for that yet, stay.”

Zillon melted back against her. “Alright just let me know when you are.”

His fingers drew circles along her back as he held her, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you…”

“I love you too…”

His lips caught hers a little after that, dumbing her with passion and he shuffled closer until her stomach stopped him. The k**s was slow, but gradually it fastened, his teeth grazing against her lips, his tongue diligently searching her mouth.

Celeste m****d into the k**s, the scent of her arousal spreading like wild fire throughout the room, but sadly, that’s when Zillon pulled away.

Celeste’s lips followed his and when she couldn’t reach them, she opened up her eyes, staring into his with a growing need. “Zillon…? I wan—”

“The biscuits? I’ll go get them…” He sat up on the bed, but Celeste pulled him back down. “N-No, not that…I want y—”

“Must be the tomato sauce then…”

“No…you know what I want…I know you know…” Her eyes dropped from his eyes to his chest. “It’s you…”

“Celeste I…”

“Are you going to say no again? If so then leave me alone…don’t touch me, don’t k**s me…just leave me alone. I don’t even want to sleep next to you anymore…it’s honestly a torture.”

“Celeste…”

“I hate you.”

“Celeste you don’t hate me.”

“No I do…you’re a liar, why don’t you tell the truth? I’m fat, aren’t I?”

“You aren’t, I already told yo—”

“Then why is it so hard for you to touch me? It’s been more than a month.”

“Because I can’t…”

Celeste moved away from him on the bed. “Okay, I guess I can live without your touch too…”

Tears brimmed her eyes and she turned away from him, not wanting him to see them. She hated him, she hated him so much…

She really hoped he wouldn’t want to touch her again, because she’d never let him. He claims he always wanted to see her like this and now he couldn’t even bear to touch her…he’s so mean…

Wiping her tears, Celeste closed her eyes, only opening them when she heard her whispered name falling off of his lips.

“Celeste, are you crying again?”

“I’m not…”

“It’s sounds like you are.”

“But I’m not…”

“Then let me see your face…”

“I don’t want to see yours.”

Zillon sighed, sitting up. “You aren’t fat and you aren’t ugly Celeste…it’s been a f*cking torture too, I’ve been living in hell in order to hold back. The doctor said that one wrong move could have you losing the babies…and I don’t want to risk it by mating…it has nothing to do with you, honestly…”

“Then why couldn’t you just say that?”

“Because you’d only tell me that nothing will happen.”

Celeste turned to face him. “But nothing will happen…I promise…” She shuffled over to him, grabbing at his hand. “Just please…”

“Celeste…” Zillon warned.

“What? You were the one who promised to give me whatever it is that I want…and it’s been more than a month now since I wanted you. You can stop holding back now, nothing will happen, not to me or the pups…I promise…”

Zillon looked away from her…he wondered if he could believe her…

He wondered if she could keep her promise…

“Zillon please…”

Zillon clenched his fist, trying his best to hold onto the little control he had, but it all slipped when Celeste sinfully glided his hand down her neck and then over her breast…

She had always been a temptation and now she had completely forced him to give in.