The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 51

Celeste woke up in bed alone, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she recalled the occurings of last night. The immense pleasure she had felt as well as the torture she never wanted to feel again. From now on, she’d aim to never disobey him again, especially when the consequences were so dire.

Last night even after holding back so much, she couldn’t stop herself from coming, it had been a mistake, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Zillon would really ignore her for it.

Looking over at the empty spot next to her on the bed, she sighed. Maybe he really was ignoring her, other mornings she’d wake up in his arms, why was he not here now?

Celeste threw the sheets from over her naked body and invaded her dresser drawer for a panty and her closet for clothes. She got dressed and despite wanting to take a shower and brushing her teeth before heading down, she had to see Zillon first.

The first scent she picked up as she climbed down the stairs was Zillon’s and then the blatant scent of something burning. Her steps quickened, leading her straight into the kitchen where she found Zillon dumping a burnt egg into the bin.

He looked up at her and she looked at him, hands nervously latching behind her back. “Will you…? Will you really ignore me today?”

Zillon g*****d, throwing the plate down onto the marble counter. “Apparently I won’t be able to do that since you’ll be teaching me something my mother could never no matter how hard she tried.”

“W-What?”

“You my dear Kitten is going to teach me how to fry an egg. I already burnt seven, now there’s only three left; one for you and two for me.”

“Then can I shower first?”

“I’m not really starving, so I guess you can. Can I come though?”

Celeste shook her head, reluctantly walking through the kitchen door. She lied, she wanted him to join her, she wanted to be with him every step of the way, every second of the day, but she didn’t want to seem more needy than she already was. She’d let him rest, he had already went through a sleepless night, not only because of the patrol, but because he had been busy trying to please her. So Celeste walked to the bathroom alone, only returning when she was done brushing her teeth and showering.

She looked over at Zillon who was leaning against the stove as soon as she stepped back into the kitchen, pointing to the frying pan… “Is it…Is it burnt?”

“Yes, but I have another,” he twisted on his feet and bent low, infiltrating the cupboard and taking out another frying pan. “If this one gets burnt too, then there’s another.”

He placed the pan on the stove, listening as his Kitten approached him. He really was a worthless mate, his mother had said it before and he wouldn’t mind if she said it again. This morning he had gotten up early; showered and brushed his teeth then came down to the kitchen in aid of making her breakfast.

He failed drastically though, and now he was here taking cooking lessons from her. How worthless, but at least when he learned now, he’d be able to fry her eggs in the future.

He spun the _(gage) on the stove then lit it with a lighter before adjusting the pot above it. “Mom had ‘donated’ all these kitchen utensils to me despite knowing I’d never use them. She said just in case I got mated to a woman who can cook…I guess these pots and pans really came in handy.” He smiled over at Celeste. “What’s next? Mom said that butter can be used to grease the pan, but I know oil can be used too, which do you prefer?”

“W-Well I-I always use the oil.”

“Okay, I understand.” He leaned closer until his face was only a couple centimetres away from hers. “But Kitten, why are you stuttering?”

“Because I…I…”

Zillon sighed. “Is it that you still feel shy when you’re around me? Or do you still somewhat think I’m not interested in you?”

Celeste quickly shook her head, her eyes falling to his lips. “It’s not that…it’s j-it’s just that I’m still not used to this. I do think you’re interested in me and even though I’m shy, I feel comfortable around you.”

“Then is it safe to say that you’ll soon get use to me? No more fumbling, no more stuttering?”

Celeste nodded, nervously turning to the pot. “I think…I think you should add the oil now.”

Zillon ignored her words, gripping her chin between his index finger and his thumb. “Can I k**s you?”

Celeste swallowed, eyes once again dropping to his plump pink lips. It was tempting enough for her to nod, her fumbling with the hem of her blouse. “Yes please….”

Zillon leaned in, lips catching hers in a k**s the pace of a snail, but even though it was slow, the passion was undeniable, the fire between them, the comfort in his every touch, it was all there, she could feel it. Shuffling closer to him, Celeste extended her hand to hug around his waist but ended up pulling back with a sharp gasp.

Her eyes flew to the hot frying pan, then to the spot on her arm where it burnt. Instinctively, she rubbed at it, face contorted into an expression of nothing but pain. “Ouch…”

“Lemme see it.” Zillon grabbed at Celeste’s hand, analyzing the now red spot. “It won’t leave a scar, it’ll stop burning soon.”

He then turned the stove off. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

Celeste shook her head. “It isn’t, I was the careless one…it doesn’t hurt that bad anyway.”

She turned the stove back on, reaching for the lighter. “I haven’t shown you how to fry an egg yet, why did you turn it off?”

“Because—”

“Pass me the the oil as well as the tray of eggs.”

Zillon pursed his lips and acceded, watching as she poured a bit of oil into the pot. “Do you have black pepper?”

“Ye.”

“I’ll need some.”

Zillon invaded his cupboard again, passing her the bottle of seasoning. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Well…it can be done with just salt, but the pepper gives it a bit more flavour.” She grabbed an egg, cracking it on the edge of the frying pan before pouring it contents in. She grabbed the seasoning from the counter, shaking a bit over the egg. “And that’s it, wait a little to flip it, then take it out before it burns. Some people do it differently, for instance, some people pour the egg or eggs into a container and season it before throwing it into the pot, I think that’s the best way for you to do it.”

She flipped the egg, then after a while, she took it out of the pot. “Here, try frying the next one.”

Zillon pointed at himself. “Me?

“Yes, you won’t learn if you don’t.”

And somehow Zillon found that to be true.