The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 42

She waited for the hit, the viscous bite, but it never came, instead another wolf with fur as black as night brought it down before it could even get close to her.

She wasn’t sure who this wolf was. It had the aura of an alpha, it was strong too… it’s jaw locking around the rogue’s neck, not hesitating to break it.

Who was…?

Celeste’s heart stammered in her chest when the black wolf turned to her, b***d draining from its mouth. It wasn’t apart of the pack, she was greatly aware of that, but it’s scent made her feel rather safe than scared.

Perhaps it was because it was so similar to Zillon’s; freshly chopped woods and cherry blossom, or perhaps it was because it saved her just now. But why?

Celeste took a step back, her feet shaky, her heart a mess. “W-Who are you?”

It stepped forward, crouching down as it transformed back into its natural form. It was a man…as naked as the very day he was born.

He was thick, as muscled as Zillon and his eyes were of the same obsidian colour. The sly and mysterious smirk on his lips made him seem a bit intimidating, but he was too beautiful to be dangerous. “A thank you would be nice princess.”

“B-But…”

“Shhh, you don’t have to be scared of me, one day I’ll be your friend or perhaps even your alpha, but for now I’ll take my leave…your mate’s almost here anyway.”

“What do y—”

He turned his back to her, waving before swiftly transforming into his wolf and disappearing into the forest…

What did he…what did he mean…?

Celeste looked in the direction he went until she could no longer hear the leaves crunching under his feet, he was gone, leaving her with only the stench of b***d.

Her eyes darted down to the dead wolve’s before her, both have now transformed back into their human forms which only meant they were dead.

She pitied them, even the one that wanted to kill her. Perhaps he could’ve change, if they had imprisoned him instead of killing him, perhaps he could’ve been tamed.

Tears came to her eyes as she crouched before the dead wolve’s. Why was this happening?

Why did they die?

Why did the—?

Zillon’s scent invaded her nostrils and so did the sound of running paws. He was here, the mysterious black wolf really wasn’t lying. She turned in the direction the sound came from, spotting two big wolves; one dark gray and one just as black as the rogue who fled.

It was Zillon and his father…

They skidded to a stop in front of her. The gray wolf which she was now certain was Zillon crouched in front of her, licking at her snout. It purred, then rose to it’s feet, looking in the direction in which it came.

He was telling her that it was time to go back.

Celeste looked at the dead wolve’s one last time before leading the way back. She felt helpless, she felt as though she was the cause of all this.

If she had come earlier, then the pack member who died wouldn’t have and if she had stopped that black, rogue wolf, the feral one wouldn’t have died.

She wasn’t Luna material, she was weak…she didn’t deserve this pack…she didn’t deserve to live…

She was worthless, she always had been…

Celeste stepped up on the porch, still in her wolf form, Zillon had transformed and nakedly walked inside.

“I’ll get you something to cover up yourself, don’t transform yet.” He had told her before he left and in less that a minute, he walked back out, wearing a shorts that covered his bottom half and no top. He threw a blanket over his father who later transformed, then carefully threw one over her too. “Transform now.”

Celeste did so, no doubt noticing the anger in his eyes. She knew he’d be angry, and yet she had still went out there without his approval. “Z-Zillon I…”

“Who sent you out there?”

“Zillo—”

Zillon cut his father off. “Go on inside, dad. I need to have a talk with Celeste. Alone…”

Gregory stepped further up the porch, glancing at Celeste before pushing the door open. “Take it easy on her, she witnessed more than enough.”

Zillon clenched his teeth, not uttering a word until the door closed behind his father. He looked her in the eye then. “Who sent you out there?”

Celeste grabbed at the blanket, gripping it tight enough to tear it. “I…I-I just wanted to go for a run.”

“A run? A f*cking run?! You’re already injured and we spoke about the rogues just now and yet you went out there?”

“I-It’s day time, it’s usually safe in the day.”

“Safe for someone not injured, for someone not so f*cking weak.” He glared at her, eyes holding deep disappointment. “If you wanted to go for a run, you could’ve asked me, I’m not heartless, I’d have went along with you.”

“B-But I thought—”

“I don’t care what you thought, just know that you thought wrong.” With that, he turned his back on her and walked through the door leaving her on the veranda.

Celeste shrunk back, holding the blanket even tighter. He called her weak again, he stared at her with those dark, angry eyes and she couldn’t deny it breaking her heart.

It was true though, she was weak and she deserved his angry stare. She had defied him and she had stood and watch one of his pack members die.

He probably regretted his choice now, he’d probably stop being nice to her and not too far from now he’d probably stop choosing her too.

A/N// Oh no… This was unexpected… He’s angry, and he’s hurting our girl with his anger…I pity her, she’s already shaken up😢😩

But I also think Zillon has the right to be angry