The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 44

Zillon stuffed his bags in the trunk, leaving it open for her to put her luggage in as he walked around to the driver’s seat.

Celeste strained a little, but managed to fit the suitcase inside. She adjusted it, then closed the trunk and walked around the car to the passenger seat beside his.

She pulled the door open and as soon as she entered and closed it behind her, Zillon drove off.

Throughout the whole drive, he didn’t say a word to her. He kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. It was a torture; watching him ignore her, and though it was painful, Celeste had to endure it.

It was all her fault after all, if she had just ignore her restlessness and ignore the will to feel free, she’d probably be in his arms right now. But as he had ruthlessly said before they left his parents house….

‘What is done is done…”

And he was right, she had already defied him and even if she regretted it, even if she was sorry, it was his choice on whether to forgive her or not…

And Celeste couldn’t help but assume he wouldn’t. It was quite obvious that he was still angry at her and right now he was taking his anger out on the car.

Everytime he rammed his foot on the break pedal, the tires would squeak and he kept banging on the steering wheel whenever a car came across his. He was driving fast too, his feet pressing down on gas as if he was ready to throw his life and hers away. Celeste was scared, not just about the fact that he was driving recklessly, but about the aura that had surfaced around him too.

It wasn’t in the slightest bit comforting, it’s like he was oozing his hate for her into the car and Celeste’s heart couldn’t stop breaking. His rut was over now, he didn’t have to stick to her like glue anymore and that scared her even more.

Sighing, she twisted in her seat, rubbing her hand in complete discomfort. She wanted to talk to him, tell him to slow down, to talk to her too, and to look at her without anger in his eyes.

She wanted so much, but what would she get if she didn’t try?

Slowly reaching over to his seat, Celeste tapped his shoulder. “Z-Zillon…can y—”

“Can you not touch me?”

Celeste drew her back immediately, his words tying so tight around her heart. “I…I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, what do you want?” His tone was nothing close to gentle, it was harsh.

“I…c-can you slow down?”

“No.”

He pressed down on gas harder and didn’t stop until they were parked in front of his house. He stepped out of the car first, walking around to open the trunk.

He took out his bags walking away the very moment she stepped out of the car. She grabbed her suitcase and closed the trunk, ignoring the dizziness that now dwelled in her head.

She hauled the suitcase behind her as she followed after him, her knees surprising her when they buckled making her crumble right on top of them.

She whimpered, her skin scraping against the hard concrete beneath her, bestowing her with nothing but pain.

She tried to get up, but ended falling down again and just when she thought things couldn’t get any worst, Zillon turned to glare at her.

He marched over, grabbing the fallen suitcase instead of helping her up. “Get up.” He commanded.

Celeste looked up at him, tears blurring her vision. “Zil…Zillon please…”

She reached for him, and it took him more than a minute —according to her— to grabbed her hand. He hauled her up and dragged her and suitcase behind him until they were all inside. He looked at her knees, more like glared down at them. “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom, take care of the bruise.”

Then he turned his back to her, ready to walk away, but Celeste didn’t let him. She grabbed his shirt, holding it captive as tears fled from her eyes. “Zillon please…I’m sorry.”

“Did I not tell you that sorry meant nothing before?”

“B-But I really am sorry. I didn’t know that any of what happened would, I was just desperate, I-I wanted my paws on the ground again, I…I wanted a run, I just wanted to run. Apart from being weak, apart from not telling you that I was going out, what did I do so wrong? I don’t…” A sob edged her lips as she cried, hanging on to his shirt even tighter. “I don’t understand.”

“You weren’t wrong for being weak, Celeste, you were wrong for putting your f*cking self in danger.” He pulled at his shirt. “Let go, I have to prepare for patrol.”

“Bu—”

“I said to let go.”

Reluctantly, Celeste let his shirt loose, eyes watching brokenly as he headed up the stairs. “I’ll be in my room, please don’t disturb me…”

And then he was gone.

Celeste rubbed her watery eyes as she walked up the stairs as well. He really didn’t care about her, he really hated her guts with everything in his. He looked at her as if she sicked his stomach, but then again, she probably did.

He said she wasn’t wrong for being weak and yet as soon as they made it back to the house, he was telling her that the woods aren’t safe for weak people like her. Then does that mean because she’s weak, she doesn’t have a chance to be like other wolves?

Should she not live freely?

More tears burst from Celeste’s eyes as she passed his door and walked straight through hers. She wouldn’t cater to her bruises, she wouldn’t try anymore, she’d give up, finally she had admitted to losing a fight she had no hope in winning from the very beginning.

Throwing herself on the bed, she continued to cry uselessly, but that’s all a weak person could do, right?

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A/N// Umm, as the author, I give you all the permission to slap the life out of me. By all means, please do, I deserve it😩😭