The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 48

Zheme stepped through his front door in a rush. It was late, probably way pass two and unsurprisingly the inside of his house was much darker than the outside.

Even still, it wasn’t hard for him to replace his way upstairs without having to turn on the lights. His steps took him down the hall and then stopped him right in front of Celeste’s room door.

Her scent was still as tempting as it was before he left; the lavender, the mint and the distant scent of her slick. It made desire boil within his deflated c*ck, undoubtedly hardening it.

The patrol was so boring that his mind had been so far away from it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her; how she had begged for his touch and looked him the eyes with a desperation far more greater than his.

The very fact that she desired him made pride circulate through his veins as though it was b***d. He was glad that he could please her enough to have her wanting him so much.

Her body language had been so strong and her crave for him undeniable. He shouldn’t have left her like that, but he’d quell her desire now to make up for leaving her… For you see, the patrol was now over and though it seemed he had protected his pack from nothing, he was happy he went.

The pack would trust him more then, they’d respect him as their alpha and respect his Luna too. But he wondered if they’d see what he saw in her; the determination, the stubbornness, the courage, the mental strength.

She wasn’t just an ordinary omega that’d cower before power, she was more than that. She didn’t have to be strong physically, the fact that she could boost his strength by doing nothing at all was enough.

By wanting to protect her, he was forced to protect his pack as well, so they are to be glad that she was their Luna.

Twisting the knob to her door, he carefully pushed it open, not wanting to wake her up as yet. He at least wanted his presence to surprise her.

With steps as silent as a mouse’s, he crept over to her bed, mouth almost watering as he analyzed her beautiful face, the pretty, pink nipple that peeked out from beneath the sheet, straight down to her feet.

She was so precious, every single part of her.

Leaning down, he placed a k**s on her forehead, one on her nose, one on each of her cheeks and a quick one on her rosy lips. As she stirred, his tongue created a trail down to her neck, his hand latching onto her firm breast.

A low m**n from her lips breached his ear, her head shifting to the side, giving him full access to her neck.

“As sensitive as ever…” He chuckled, hauling the sheets from off of her. “Wake up Kitten, it’s time.”

“Z-Zillon…?” Her voice sounded hoarse, her hands loosely hugging around him.

“Yes Kitten?” Zillon asked, climbing on top of her. “I see you are well prepared, there’s no need for me to tear off your clothes today.”

“Y… yes bu—”

“Did you follow my orders? Or did you defiantly touch yourself?”

“W-Well you s-see…I—” Celeste’s lips snapped shut when Zillon spread her legs, situating himself between them…If she was half awake before, she was fully awake now…

“Stop stuttering, I won’t be able to understand you if you do. Did you or did you not touch yourself?”

“I-I did, but…but that’s not i-important now I have…I have something to tell y—”

Ignoring whatever else she had to say, Zillon squeezed her breast; tight. “So you really went ahead and disobeyed me? Your punishment will b—”

Celeste bit her lips, trying her hardest to hold back her m***s. Pleasure was essential, but right now telling him about that guy was much more important. So she pushed at his chest and didn’t stop pushing until he was looking her in the eyes. “I-I think somebody’s watching me…”

Zillon chuckled, looking around the room. “Stop talking nonsense, who’d be audacious enough to do such a thing?”

“It’s a…it’s a rogue. He was here just now, he said…he said he wanted me…he said he’s been watching me.”

“What? A rogue? here?”

Zillon opted to shuffle off the bed, but Celeste grabbed him. “He’s gone, he said he wouldn’t show up again…”

“Again? Did he show up before?”

Celeste shuffled beneath him, averting her eyes from his. “Yes…”

“F*cking hell, Celeste…why didn’t you tell me?” He crawled from between her legs, his jaws clenching. “Did he touch you?”

“N-No…well yes, but—”

“Where?”

He was angry, Celeste knew, she could feel the change in his aura and see it in his eyes. “I-It was nothing, h-he touched my face and then h-he just left…”

“You said this wasn’t your first encounter, when was it…?”

“That…that time in the woods…h-he saved my life and told me he’d come see me again…”

“Were you already naked when he came in here?”

Celeste gripped the sheets, shame filling her once again. “Y-yes…”

The room got quiet then, the only sound tainting the silence being the sound of her heart racing. Would he get angry at her again? Ignore her like he did before now?

Celeste shook her head, not wanting that to ever happen again. She sat up on the bed, resting her head against his shoulder. “I-I’m sorry…I-I didn’t…”

Her eyes watered as she spoke, her hand grabbing onto his white T-shirt. “Zillon p-please.”

Zillon sighed. “Raise your head, Celeste…look at me…”

Celeste was hesitant, but with no other choice, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his.

“Why are you crying?”

“B-Because you’re angry at me again…you’re gonna be cold to me again, you’re going to ignore me, you’re… you’r—”

“I’m not angry at you Kitten, I’m angry at the fact that he was given a chance to protect you even better than I could, I’m angry at the fact that he touched you…I’m angry, not at you, I’m mad at him.”

He extended a hand, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I don’t understand though, why can’t I scent him out? And what the f*ck does he want from you? He must not know who I am, but even so, my mark is prominent on your neck, my scent is all over you… His audaciousness will surely get him killed because I’ll break his f*cking neck.”

“B-But h—”

“No buts, I’m sinking my teeth into him the very moment I see him, nothing you say can stop me…” He placed a hand beneath her chin, lifting her head higher. “You know you’re mine, right…? That mark on your f*cking neck is proof and the fact that I’m the first and only person to and who can touch you intimately is solid proof too. You can’t ever think of him, I’m your true mate, your alpha…”

His hand slipped from her chin, wrapping loosely around the soft, delicate skin of her neck. “I’ll show you that you’re mine Kitten…I’ll claim you again and again if that’s what it takes.”