The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 29

Celeste’s heart battered against her chest as he stripped her of her jeans pants, leaving her vulnerable to the cold air that passed through and vulnerable to his eyes.

She was now in nothing but a red panty that barely did nothing to hide what it was suppose to. In a situation like this, was it wrong of her to feel exploited or rather invaded?

This was purely against her will, he was touching her without the care of her consent, totally different from the first time he had mated her.

That time, he had asked her if she was sure about doing it, and had even asked if she was ready. His touch had been gentle back then too, soothing to her skin, but this…it was nothing like it.

His hands were rough where they touched her, his l!ps were harsh too, everywhere they so much as glimpsed, his teeth would too. It was as if his sole purpose was really to mark her everywhere and that too without acknowledging her lack of consent.

Wasn’t he the one who told her he didn’t want her?

Wasn’t he the one who kept telling her she was unwanted?

So why was he…?

Celeste scooted back on the bed, holding one had before her as a feeble defence and the other across her chest in aid of protecting what was left of her dignity. “Zillon stop…please. I don’t want this-I don—”

Zillon tilted his head as he slowly approached her, eyes holding nothing but austerity and a determination that she couldn’t understand. It was as if she was his prey; weak and vulnerable while he was the hunter; strong and courageous. He was about to eat her up, swallow her in one go and there was nothing she could do about it, she couldn’t run, she couldn’t hide and she couldn’t beg him for her life either.

He was too serious about this, she could see it in his eyes. They were glistening with a wild desire, it was as if this person wasn’t Zillon anymore, as if he’d gone rabid…

Scooting even further up the bed and not stopping until her back hit the walls, Celeste tried to calm her beating heart by trying her best not to cry. She had cried enough or rather he had made her cry too much. Every single day tears would w.et her cheeks, every time he told her the truth, every time he became harsh, she’d do nothing but cry…

But alas, was there anything else she could do?

That’s right, there wasn’t, which was why the tears she tried to hold back fell like a river down her cheeks when Zillon finally made it close enough to sit before her.

He gently swatted her defensive hand out of the way and cupped her cheeks with the other, leaning even closer to assess her face. “Kitten…are you crying?”

Despite it being obvious, Celeste nodded.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t…I don’t want this.”

“I bet you’re lying…you want this, don’t you? You’ve always wanted it, so why the f*ck are you refusing me now? Did dad tell you to do it? Did he tell you to reject me?”

“No, he didn’t s—”

“You’re lying again, your l!ps keep trembling as you speak, your eyes keep avoiding mine. Tell me the truth Kitten, he told you to do this, didn’t he?”

Celeste shook her head no, but Zillon still insisted. “It’s okay, you don’t have to listen to them, I’m your alpha, you should only listen to me.”

His hand slid from her cheek, landing on her bare thigh. “And as your alpha, it’s only fair that you carry my mark and my pups too.”

Celeste’s eyes widened as he wobbled closer, tearing her legs apart. “Zillon no, p-please no…” she pleaded, but her negative response didn’t phase him at all, instead, it seem to egg him on.

“Your scent is as tempting as ever, the mint, the lavender…it could drive anyone mad.”

His hand inched between her leg, running along the waistband of her drawers. Celeste’s breath hitched, her eyes watering even more when his hand invaded the stretchy material gliding along her sensitive cl!t.

A whimper fell from her l!ps and a tremor ran down her spine. She felt hopeless now, more weak than ever. Her body; as stupid as it sounded was reacting to his touch. She could feel the slick that slid down her walls and the pleasure that glided through her veins.

She didn’t want this, but it seems her body did. How useless, a body that would succumb to anything he did to it…

She felt pitiful, truly impotent.

She felt like a fool, a toy, a doll or rather a puppet.

She felt…she felt…

“Zillon s-stop…”

“You’re telling me to stop again despite the fact that you don’t want me to. I can smell your arousal and even though I can smell your slick, I can feel it too. How w.et and warm you are, how aroused you are by such a simple touch…”

Celeste shook her head. “I-I’m not…ple-please stop.”

“Just relax Kitten, it’ll get to the good part soon.” His finger slid a little lower, dipping into her w.etness. Her walls clenched around it almost instantly, the warmth feeling like magic. “Tight…” He gr0aned out, shaft as hard as a rock.

Her body was as perfect as the very first time it had graced his eyes. Her perfect curves, her flawlessness, everything about her had turned him on. How needy she had been for his touch, how desperate. She had been trembling in need, just like she was now…and her eyes…her eyes were filled with destitution, desire and…and…

Zillon c0cked his head to the side, assessing her closer. Her eyes weren’t the same as they were last time, instead of destitution, instead of an uncontrollable desire, all he could see was fear, fear that reflected from the tears that glided down her cheeks.

She wasn’t shaking in need, but then if not, was she shaking because she was scared…of him?

Zillon’s finger ceased his movements, his heart crashing and shattering in his chest. What was he doing?

‘The same thing you’ve always done…hurt her.’

It was his self-conscious that spoke to him and it seemed to be nothing but the truth. She was crying, begging him to stop and yet all he did was continue…

Stupid, stupid, stupid…what was wrong with him?

Slipping his finger out of her, it withdrew his hand from the confines of her panty and backed away from her trembling body. A sob graced the air from her l!ps, stabbing like a spare into his already shattered heart.

“Ce…Celeste…I-I’m sorry…I think…Kitten, I think I’m in rut.”

And with that, he ran out of the room as if it was on fire. Since the night she tried to reject him at the hospital, he’s been feeling weird. He craved physical attention, every time he saw her, his eyes would focus on nothing but the mark on her neck, making sure that it was still there.

Sometimes he even wanted to mark her again, cover her in his scent, and that’s why he chose to stay away. She was sick, she was hurt, bombarding her with his dominance and his possessiveness would’ve only hurt her more.

He had suspected that it was time for his rut, but when nothing happen when she was with him in the car, he had doubt it. Now though, he wished s

he hadn’t because look what he did, he made her hate him even more.

A/N// So ummm, it’s seems he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He’s rut, a time when alpha’s crave for nothing but their mate. Even so, I don’t think I can forgive him, Celeste cried so much that she was trembling😩😢