The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 36

Celeste stirred out of her sleep, her eyes immediately replaceing Zillon who kept grunting beside her. Sweat covered his face and his body kept twisting and turning as if he was in deep torment.

She sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes with one hand and shaking him with the other. “Zillon…” She called, but Zillon neither opened his eyes or answered.

She shook him harder, worry in her gaze. “Zillon…Zillon…?”

It took quite some time, but in half a minute or so, he jumped out of his sleep, looking around as if he wasn’t sure where he was. His shirt was soaked, each breath he took heavy and even as his eye darted over to her, he still seemed disoriented. “Celeste…?”

“You were grunting in your sleep, you kep-“

“It’s okay, come here, Kitten…” He opened up his arms, but Celeste didn’t move an inch from where she sat. His scent was weird, she wasn’t sure why, but his pheromones were on the loose too.

She could sense his need to protect, possess and mate, and it affected her in some way. Her head felt light, her body too and she felt even more drawn to him than before. The matebond was like a living thing inside of her and even though she tried to resist the sudden urge to curl up in his arm, she couldn’t.

Slowly she crept over to him, situating herself in his big, protective arms. “Z-Zillon…what’s happening? Your scent it’s…”

Celeste’s body stiffened, a low whimper escaping her l!ps when his scent got even denser. She could smell his arousal now and that along with his pheromones managed to turn her on like a light switch. “Zillon…?” She whimpered.

Zillon looked down at her, guilt shadowing his eyes. “It’s not intentional, Kitten. My body keeps producing seductive pheromones in order to coax you to mate me. It’ll probably stop soon, just bear with me.”

Celeste nodded against his chest, fingers hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “Is it…is it because of the rut?”

“I suppose so.”

“Then does that mean you’re—”

“Don’t mind me, I’m fine.”

But Celeste knew better because even as he said that, his teeth were clenched and his body rigid. His face was beetroot red, his eyes hardly blinking, he was restraining himself, Celeste knew, the way he held her tight said it all.

He was trying his best to protect her even though he was suffering. He knew she wasn’t ready to accept him completely and it seems he meant it when he said he wouldn’t force her to.

Celeste felt it when her heart skipped a beat, nothing but a flourishing happiness in her chest as she buried her face further in his chest to hide her blush. He was doing so much to protect her, the least she could do was try her best to protect him.

Wrapping her arms around him, Celeste sighed. “You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re not fine, you’re…in pain.”

“Why would I lie? I really am fine.”

“Quit lying and tell me what I can do to help.”

“There’s nothing you can d—”

“I’m not ready for us to mate again, but t-there must be something else that I can do.”

“Touch m—no I meant nothing, there’s nothing that you can do…”

Celeste raised her head, her hand hesitantly dipping under his shirt, smoothing over his sweaty skin. “Touch y-you here…?” She shyly asked, her eyes avoiding his.

Zillon gr0aned, gripping her hand to stop it’s movement. “Celeste stop, you’re playing with fire, you’ll get hurt if you continue.”

“B-But I-I want to help, just tell me what to do, I’ll do it…”

“Celest—”

“Pleaseeee…”

Zillon gr0aned again, turning to face away from her as he relocated her hand. Down his stomach he hauled it, lodging it right over his covered, rock, hard length. “Here…you can touch me here.”

Celeste’s eyes widened, her heart racing in her chest. “B-But I—”

“I told you you couldn’t help, just sit still, Kitten…this will pass soon.”

Celeste shook her head. “I’ll do it, I’ll help.” Her hand ran along his covered length, shaking like leaves in the cold, windy winter. “S-Should I pull your sweatpants down? Tell me, what should I do…”

Zillon glanced at her with a sigh. “Don’t do anything that you’ll regret later, stop now if you know you can’t, I can take care of it myself.”

Celeste shook her head again, pulling at his sweatpants. “I won’t regret it, j-just take it off.”

Zillon was hesitant, but did as she told him. His body was hot, even he could feel it, his rut was getting worst…it was becoming a t0rture now. The fact that Celeste was so desperate to help was applauding, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was pushing her too far.

She was as innocent as a nun, when he first touched her, it was obvious that she’d never been touched before and now that she was touching him, he was certain that she’d never touch anyone else before.

Her hands were shaking and even though she sounded so sure, an indecisive gleam reflected from her eyes. If she couldn’t manage, if she found herself being pushed too far, would it be harder for him to climb over her walls?

Zillon sat down on the edge of the bed, throwing his sweatpants on the floor. “Celeste, let’s talk about this first.”

Celeste crept over to where he sat, gulping as she stared at his underwear. “I think…I think you should take this off too.”

“Celeste…”

Celeste laid her head against his shoulder. “Just let me help you…just this once…let me touch you…”

And Zillon could no longer refuse such irresistible eyes.

A/N// Celeste taking the initiative…? That’s so freaking sexy…our girl! Our innocent girl…

Anyways what’ll happen now?

How far will they go?