The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 17

Zillon woke up in a room that did not belong to him, but it didn’t take him long to realize where he was.

He was laying on Celeste’s bed, covered in her sheets, dying happily in her scent. Last night was a blast that he’d never forget; the fresh smell of her desperation, her sweat and even her cu.m.

He had never experience such a pleasurable night in his life. Everything was in place, every move, every m0an she made pleased him greatly. He could still remember how tight she locked around him, how warm, how heavenly she had felt.

Goddess, she was everything he needed, she had hugged him so tight, pulled him so close, clawed his back and cried out his name so many times.

It was maddening in a way he couldn’t explain. A good way, a way that was gratifying.

Breathing in, his arm that was already locked around her pulled her even closer, enjoying the warmth that radiated from her flawless skin.

Her breaths were even, her body calm, she must be in a rather deep slumber because last night, she was anything but calm.

She had tugged the sheets, writhed against them, bit her l!ps, flung her head back and he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had curled her toes until they broke.

Honestly, Last night was the best night of his life. He had forgotten all about the fact that he wasn’t completely hers, he had forgotten all about…

CELIA!

Zillon jumped up into a sitting position on the bed, his own thoughts frightening him. How could he have forgotten about Celia?

How could he have…?

Flinging the sheets aside, he shuffled off of the bed, plucking his jeans pants from the floor.

He was such a jerk, not only did he cheat on Celia, but he had forgotten all about her. Last night, he had re-marked Celeste and had even promised to swell her up with pups. What the f*ck was wrong with him? How could he have made Celeste seduce him?

That’s exactly what that b*tch wanted. She probably wasn’t going to go mad anytime soon, she probably wasn’t even in heat.

Zillon shook his head, hauling on the pants. No, she was in heat, he could’ve smelled her agony. He couldn’t blame everything on her, this was his fault as well. He shouldn’t have bypassed her door, he shouldn’t have gotten on her bed.

He was the sole cause of his own downfall, not her. She didn’t seduce him, he wanted her all along. From the moment she stepped on his lawn, her scent was appealing. It had drawn him in swiftly, tempting him, coaxing him.

And when he had opened the door and was met by her perfectly flawless face, all he could do was stare until he came back to his senses.

He had thought it was the matebond, it probably was, but how could he deny his attraction to her now? Last night proved to him just how attracted to her he was, last night…last night…

Zillon buttoned his pants, shaking his head again. He shouldn’t think about last night, he shouldn’t be swayed by just one night of bliss. He only f*cked her to relieve her of the heat. It was nothing special.

Walking over to the door, he reached out, twisting the knob and pulling it wide open. However, before he could step through it, Celeste stopped him.

“Z-Zillon…?” Her voice was as low as a whisper, his name slipping off her l!ps as if it was a question.

Zillon twirled on his heel to face her, expression as solid as wall. “What?”

“I…I’m—”

“You don’t seem to have anything to say, but I do.” He leaned against the doorjamb, glaring at her beautiful form on the bed. “Last night as I told you many times before was nothing. Forget about it because it will never happen again.”

Celeste pulled the sheets closer to her ch.est, eyes watering as she touched the mark on her neck. “B-But yo—”

“The mark means nothing either, I was just caught up in the moment. Anyways, yesterday when I hunted, I brought home some deer meat. It’s already stripped, already chopped and is now residing in the fridge. When you decide to get up, you can cook that along with anything of your choice.”

And then he stepped back and out of her room, heading straight down the hall.

Celeste sat up on the bed, gr0aning when she felt the little sore between her legs. Wolves were suppose to heal fast, but she was an omega, she healed at almost the same speed as humans.

But the pain reminded her of the one she endured last night. The sweet pain, the one that had her m0aning as if she was on crack. It reminded her of how Zillon had traced her skin with his tongue, how he had thrusted into her with nothing but passion.

It reminded her of how he had bitten into her neck, how he had filled her up with his seeds. But now the pain in her ch.est only reminded her of the blatant fact that he wasn’t hers.

Shuffling out of bed, she wiped the stray tears from her eyes. Did he have to give her such a harsh reminder though?

She had just woken up, covered in his scent, lost in bliss and his words just came forth and broke her heart.

No matter what she did, it seems she couldn’t win against Celia, she was Zillon’s real soul mate, it was her that was the fake, the mistake.

A/N// He finally confessed that he liked Celeste from the first day she move in, his pride is the only thing getting in his way, but he’ll soon confess, not in his head, to Celeste I mean