The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 35

For the rest of the day, Zillon trotted behind Celeste like a dog. If she went outside he was there too and even when his father shunned him from beside her at the dinner table, he didn’t move.

It seems he really couldn’t keep his hands to himself because in every step of the way, he was touching her. If he wasn’t holding her hand, he was running his hand through her hair and if he wasn’t doing that, his arm was possessively wrapped around her waist.

When he went to take his shower, he had practically begged her to come with him —she didn’t though— and now, he was laying atop of her, saying something about not wanting her anywhere out of his sight.

Celeste sighed, hardly able to twist or even turn on the bed. “Can you please get off?”

“So you can lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour again? No.”

“I’m not going to the bathroom, it’s just that…that my bandages itch.”

“What?” He eased up off of her, rolling over onto the bed. “Lemme see it.”

“It’s nothing, it’s just th—”

Zillon grabbed her hand closely assessing it. “It’s probably because it got wet, I’m no professional, but I’ll change it.”

He shuffled off of the bed, walking over to his dresser and pulling out the last drawer. I’ve never really used this since I’ve always healed fast, but I’ll try using them for you.”

He pulled out a small container, then approached her with it. “Does the stitches still hurt?”

Celeste shook her head. “No.”

“That’s good.” He climbed onto the bed, taking her hand in his. Slowly, he unwrapped the bandage from around it, accessing the injured spot. “It seems to be healing faster than the doctor predicted, I’m happy…”

A blush climbed up Celeste’s cheeks at his words and she had no other choice but to look away. What was wrong with him? He kept saying things that’ll only make her heart flutter…what a cruel man. “Will you…will you disinfect it.”

“I suppose, I’m not sure if I should, but in order for the itching to stop, let’s try that.” He opened up his container, revealing all his first aid kit utensils. The alcohol was the first thing he grabbed and Celeste’s face twisted in agony before it even touched her. She knew it’d burn, she had used alcohol many times before. “How about using something other than alcohol?”

“How about we not?” Zillon spun the cork off of the bottle and poured a tip of the alcohol on the cotton in his hand. “Brace yourself, Kitten.”

The first couple dabs he made had Celeste whimpering in pain, but after that, everything was good, it didn’t hurt anymore.

“The doctor said that bandages weren’t really necessary, but it does a lot in protecting the injured area so it won’t open up again, he also said that it may help you to heal faster, so I advised him to let you keep them on. If you want to take it off, then you’re welcome to.”

Celeste looked down at her hand and shook her head. “It’s okay, I’ll keep it on.”

“Alright then…” Zillon grabbed for the bandage he had, clumsily rewrapping the area. As he said before, he wasn’t a professional, but he did far better than he thought he could.

When he was finished, he stuffed the container back in the drawer and placed the used bandages as well as the cotton on the bedside table before laying back down beside Celeste. “Tell me if it itches again, I’ll change it for you.”

Celeste nodded, diffidence printed on every single body language she displayed. “Alright.”

Zillon smiled over at her, throwing his hand around her waist. “You look like an angel.”

“W-What?”

“I said you look like an angel, with only my imagination, I can see your wings, your halo…you’re truly beautiful.”

If Celeste’s face wasn’t bright pink already, it was now. She beautiful? He must really be using his imagination because she was nothing of that sorts, and yet, she still found herself softly whispering… “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” He pulled her closer, stuffing her head under his chin. “I want to ask you something though, it’s about your parents…are you guys not on good terms?”

Celeste’s eyes widened at his question, surprised he’d ask such a thing. “Y-yes, why?”

“Well because when they visited the hospital, it didn’t seem so. Your mother especially, she wa—”

“My mother is fine, we get along well, don’t stress it.”

The lie in her voice was evident, even she could hear it, but even so, she hoped Zillon believed.

“Alright, but if anything happens you know you can tell me right. You’re not unwanted anymore, you’ve stopped being unwanted since the very day you stepped foot in my house.”

Celeste’s chest tightened, her heart plummeting against it, his words sounded so reassuring that she found conviction in them. The way he said them; his tone, his subdued voice…it made her feel safe in his arms.

Maybe she really wasn’t unwanted anymore, maybe she really could trust him. Even in his rut, he hadn’t done anything to ruin her dignity. He had touched her on the first night, but he had apologized for it twice and the kindness he showed her after could probably make up for it.

Celeste wished this side of him wouldn’t change, not when the rut went away, not when they got back home and not when he saw Celeste. She liked him better this way; a Zillon that seemed to treasure her, a Zillon that turned out to be the first person who made her feel extremely wanted.

Wrapping an arm around him as well, Celeste closed her eyes, falling into the most blissful sleep she had ever entered in her whole life.

A/N// Awww, this is cute, but for how long will they remain cute?

Will Zillon really not change?

Will he still treasure her after the rut?

And if so, will he still be able to after he meets up Celia?

Ahhh, this is getting on my nerves, I really want to be happy…