The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 28

“That is none of your business, mom.”

“It is my business, Zillon. We are your parents if your dad spoiled you as a youth, I didn’t…I did my best to properly groom you and look what you turned out to be; a selfish little brat.”

“I’m not selfish and I’m not a brat either. She’s mine, Celia is mine too…what do you want me to do?”

“None of them is actually yours until you choose. Have you ever heard of someone having two mates? When Celia replace hers, you’ll realize how easy it had been to choose from the start, because she’ll definitely chose him, if not now, then sometime in the long run.”

“She won’t, it’s evident that she loves me.”

“That love will disappear like yours should’ve when she replaces her mate. I really can’t believe this, that girl up there has to be suffering because of your stupidness, she must be in so much pain…and I pity her if she chooses a ba.stard like you over herself because it won’t end pretty.”

“Celine…calm down, he’s your son.”

Celine looked over at her husband, more like glared over at him. “You shut your mouth. He is not my son and certainly not an alpha if he remains in the shell of selfishness. What he’s doing is cruel. How can you have a mate and constantly lvst after her twin sister? I bet he wouldn’t have liked it if she went after his brother.”

“Stop mom…”

“I’m not going to stop until you do Zillon, break up with Celia, only one person will be beneficial to you in the future and that’s Celeste.”

Zillon shoved the plate across the counter, shattering it into pieces when it landed against the wall. “I said to stop, I’ll choose who I want. Who I choose is none of your business anyway, it’s my life. If I suffer in the long run, then let it be…”

“Then if you’re going to choose Celia, let Celeste go, let her reject you, it’ll be less painful for her then.”

“No, she’s mine, she’s f*cking mine! Stop telling me what to do.”

He marched out the kitchen, hands clenched into balls as he walked up the stairs. Who were they to tell him what to do?

Who were they to tell him who to choose?

Insolent, that’s what they were. Parents or not, they were too inquisitive, especially when it came to his f*cking life. Celia was his and Celeste was undoubtedly his too.

She had his mark on her neck and the matebond was a connection that they shared…who were they to tell her to reject him? Who the f*ck were they?

Stepping down the hallway, he stopped directly in front of his door, pushing it wide open. His eyes sauntered inside, spotting Celeste laid like the prize she was across the bed. His fist clenched tighter as he walked inside, not unclenching even as he slammed the door shut behind him.

He tilted his head, taking in a long, heavy breath. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

Celeste’s eyes that were already on him only showed signs of confusion as she sat up on the bed. “I…what are you talking about?”

“Answer my question Celeste, are you mine or not?”

Celeste shrugged, eyes dropping to assess floor. She wasn’t his, was she? At least, she wasn’t his anymore.

After recovering, she’d reject him like they had planned, so sh—

Celeste’s heart jumped in her ch.est when she found herself laying instead of sitting and what surprised her even more…was the fact that Zillon was on top of her. His eyes seemed untamed and anger was the only thing that roamed his face. It scared her; the aura that surfaced around him, she could practically smell his displeasure and sense the danger she was now in. “What are…you d-doing?”

Zillon clicked his tongue, leaning in to rest his head along the crook of her neck. “I want to show you something…”

“W-what?”

“That you’re f*cking mine…”

Out of nowhere, his teeth sunk into her neck, granting her pain, but immense pleasure as well. She shook beneath him as if she undergoing seizure, her eyes rolling straight to the back of her head and nails clawing at his shirt. “Zillon…”

His name was nothing but a whimper that fell off of her trembling l!ps as he l!cked his mark like a dog before looking up at her. “See…? Your neck is mine, it has my mark and as for the rest of your body…” His hand reached for her blouse, tearing it off of her with little to no effort. “I’ll claim it; I’ll claim all of you.”

His l!ps crashed upon her ch.est, leaving nothing but hickies all over it. It felt just like it shouldn’t have…good, but Celeste wasn’t sure if she was to m0an or cry.

They were going to reject each other, why was he recreating a connection between them? Why was he strengthening the matebond? He didn’t want her, he made that clear on their way here, so what was this? What was he trying to do now?

Celeste pushed back against the bed, shoving at his ch.est instead of hugging desperately to his back. “S…stop.”

“Stop? Stop what? I’m marking you, showing them and everyone else that you’re f*cking mine.” He grabbed at her hands, pinning them above her head. “Why should I choose? Did I ever tell the moon goddess to make you my mate? Who told her to create such a triangle? It’s all on her, that shitty woman who thinks she knows it all.”

He leaned closer to her face, smirking almost evilly down at her. “Now stay still my beautiful, little kitten…let me show you that you’re mine, irrevocably mine.”

A/N// So ummm…this happened…

Zillon is a mad man, I know. But he’s angry, a little bit depressed and it seems he thinks by claiming Celeste as his, his family will stop spewing what he think is nonsense…