The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 20

“Her vein was cut during the incident, since she’s an omega, it had put her life in danger/jeputy. One second later and it would’ve been impossible to save her.”

“Then do you mean she’ll be okay? Is she awake?”

The doctor shook his head. “Not yet, but perhaps after a good night’s rest she’ll be okay.”

“Perhaps? What do you mean by perhaps?”

“I mea—”

“Zillon stop perplexing the doctor. He’s obviously doing what he can. If Celeste really wanted to live, she wouldn’t have done something like that.” Celia wrapped an arm around his torso, resting her head against his chest. “Why not pay more attention to me?”

“Celia, this is not the time to play around.” He pushed her away, redirecting his eyes to the doctor. “What do you mean by perhaps?”

“Her heartbeat is stabilized, but she is recovering slowly, if not today, then perhaps in a week she’ll wake up. After losing so much b***d, her body is weak, she needs time.”

“Isn’t she a wolf, shouldn’t she able to heal faster than that?”

“Yes, omegas are weak, but they are able to heal almost as fast as other wolves. Celeste is different, she always had been. She’s more like a human than a wolf, this cut that wouldn’t be able to kill a wolf, could’ve killed her.”

Zillon’s heart moved painfully in his chest. He felt like a bastard; a heartless little fool who was unaware of his own cruelty. How could he have drove her to a point where she wanted to take her own life?

How could he have been so wicked?

He felt guilty, he felt…he felt…

Running a hand through his head of black hair, he sighed pitifully at himself. “Can I…can I please see her?”

The doctor looked at the door behind which Celeste resided then back at him. “I suppose so.”

Zillon nodded, gulping down the saliva that had settled densely in his mouth as he walked pass the doctor and to the thick, brown board. He reached for the knob, but before he could twist it, Celia gripped his hand. “I…Zillon…?”

Zillon turned to stare at her, giving her a questioning look. “Hmm?”

“I…I…” She let him loose, taking a step back. “Nevermind.”

Zillon didn’t stop to ponder her actions, he pushed the door open and as soon as he entered, he closed it, shutting the world out.

His eyes drifted over to the bed, replaceing his mate laid almost lifeless on top of it. She looked pitiful, under her eyes were black, her lips cracked and dry, but her scent was still the same.

It pulled him in until he sat beside her bed, basking in the comfort it gave. The fact that her heart was still beating pleased him, it gave him hope that her eyes would open soon. He only wished that when they did she didn’t detest him.

She should, but he didn’t think he could live on if she hated him. He wasn’t as strong as her. She might be at the bottom of the heirachy, but her mental strength was much more greater than his. She had smiled through her pain.

He could’ve seen it, everytime she held onto her chest, he could’ve felt her pain, he just couldn’t stop himself from hurting her more. It was cruel, but in his defence, he thought that the pain was better than pretending he’d ever choose her.

He couldn’t… Celia was the person who made him into the man he was today. There was a time when he was going to give up.

10 years ago… He was 11 years old, training to become alpha. It was hard, considering the fact that he had a brother just a year younger than him who too coveted his position. Both of them were set to compete and his brother would’ve won if Celia hadn’t stepped in.

He was sitting at the edge of the packlands, in a cave that nobody seemed to know about, yet that 9 year old girl found him. She had told him that he shouldnt give up, that her life was far worst than his and she wouldn’t give up either.

They both vowed to win their battles, he had won his and it seems Celia had won hers too. After that, his brother left the pack to a place that nobody could replace him. His pride as an alpha led him to become a rogue instead of an alpha that wouldn’t be able to rule.

Zillon missed him, but perhaps if Celia hadn’t spoken to him that day, he’d have been the one to have run away.

Sighing, he reach for Celeste’s hand, holding it firm into his. But why after all Celia has done for him, Celeste was the one who frequently visited his head?

Why does every single time he sees her his heart begin to melt?

And more importantly, why does he care about her wellbeing so much?

He wanted to act confused, to pretend he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t.

He knew what was happening and he knew why it was happening too.

He was falling straight into her trap, involuntarily helping her pull down his walls to make the path to his heart easier to replace. But should he?

He shouldnt, should he?

He had broken her enough, but somehow his instinct kept telling him that he was the only one who could mend her.

But then again, if not him, then who?

He was her mate, her brokenness was nobody’s business but his, after all, he was the one who broke her.

As an apology, he’d fix her, he’d remove the swords that guarded his heart and usher her straight through its door.

A/N// Alright, Alright. Celeste’s condition isn’t sure of, but if she makes it, it seems Zillon will finally start to treat her right. But will Celeste accept his kindness?

Will she still want to be his mate?