The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 97 Book 2 Chapter 29

Celeste woke up beside Zillon the other morning, his scent just as extraordinary as it had been last night…

She had said it before and she’d say it again, he was a beast…After sexing her into oblivion on the floor, he had lifted her into the bathroom and f*cked her until she really could barely move.

He had laid back against the tub and called her forth with his index finger. His face had held nothing but astuteness, giving Celeste no room to disobey him.

She had told him before that she was tired, told him that her legs were already a wreck and yet that beast didn’t seem to care.

He had situated her in his lap and instead of giving her the control, he took it all.

He rammed into her as though she was a doll made for him to use. The k****s were rough, his grips were tight, even when he was holding on to her throat…

Her knees that had mercilessly scraped against the tiles of the floor had hurt and yet she had placed them on the bed of the tub, using them to balance herself as he hammered into her.

In the end, she came thrice, all so hard that she could barely breathe after coming down from her high. Zillon was a cruel man, if she didn’t know before, she knew now.

He could’ve shown her some mercy, the water they laid in had been warm and yet her body shook as though it was ice cold. The way he spoke to her had chills running up and down her spine, it was no secret that his rough and commanding voice could make her wet her panties…

And he knew it, he knew it all too well which was why he kept using it.

He told her she was beautiful…told her in detail just how tight and magnificent she was and he…he told her he loved her too.

Last night had really been magical and she hoped today would be the sam… Celeste stopped midway in her thoughts, her hands gripping the sheets…pulling them over her already covered body.

What was she saying…?

What was she doing? Or rather what had she done?

It seemed she had been so caught up in the pleasure that she forgot that Xavier was still behind bars and that she had professed her love to him too.

He was going to hate her, she had promised him that she wouldn’t run back into Zillon’s arms and that’s exactly what she did…

She had promised to get him out of the dungeon, but instead she was sleeping with the one who had locked him in.

She was a traitor, she betrayed him and she betrayed herself too. Wasn’t she the one who pledged to never get back to Zillon?

Did she not say she wouldn’t forgive him?

Then why was she in his bed?

Why was she laying on his thick, muscular and naked chest?

Celeste shuffled away…her eyes drifting up to Zillon’s sleeping face. She wasn’t thinking logically last night, it might’ve all been real; her love and her desperate want for him, but could she really take him back?

He said he’d change, but could she believe?

Celeste’s feet touched the floor as she aspired to get off the bed, but just before she could, an arm locked around her wrist.

“Where are you going?”

Celeste turned like a frightened cat to face Zillon who’s obsidian eyes were now open. “I…Wanna go.”

“What do you mean? You wanna use the bathroom?”

Celeste shook her head. “I wanna…I wanna go to Xavier…”

The change in Zillon’s expression was prominent, Celeste could see it clear when a look of anger took refuge across his beautiful face. “Celeste we went over this…I thought you’d let him go.”

“I was being stupid…I wasn’t thinking. I want to see him.”

“Celeste…”

Celeste turned away, trying to pull her hand away from him, but instead he pulled her back onto the bed.

“You’re stubborn, too f*cking stubborn sometimes.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply in a shallow attempt to calm himself. “You’re mine…get that into your head. We f*cked last night and it was obvious that you wanted me and not him.”

“I don’t…”

“Well either way you’re not going to see him.”

Celeste tried to pull her hand away from him again, but it was futile. “I am…”

“You’re not, and even if you do go see him, would he still want you? My scent’s all over you and you’re wearing a shirt of mine too, it’s obvious we mated.”

“I don’t care.”

“But he will, especially if…” Zillon hauled her closer to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I mark you here.”

Celeste’s breath hitched, her fingers nervously tucking beneath the sheets. “Zillon what are yo…?”

“I said I’d change my selfish ways last night, but not yet. I also said that I wouldn’t mark you until you’re ready, but I won’t be able to wait anymore. My mark belongs on your neck and I’m going to put it there, I don’t care about your disapproval, it’s going there no matter what you have to say.”

“Zillon… don’t…please.”

“Let’s see you go to Xavier when you’re marked by me…”