Feeding His Mate

Alpha Chester's POV

Last night was the most hectic, shocking and relieving night I have ever had. If anyone had told me that I would find her again, I'd have called them a liar to their face and then beheaded them for even daring to lie to me.

I couldn't believe I found her. She was back to being mine. Finally, I had a female to call my own again. A female to sit beside me as I ruled my pack. A Luna for the Chesterfield Pack.

She was human. That was the only problem. My people would not accept her into our midst. They'll hate her and demand her killed. But I could protect her. I'll do my very best to protect her.

After she fell unconscious in my arms last night, the older woman there began to cry. Thinking she was dead. I saw the look of dejection on her father's face. That broken look I had when I faced a similar loss twenty years ago.

“She's just unconscious,” I announced and relief fell on their faces. There and then, I knew I couldn't kill them. I couldn't kill my mate's family. She would hate me. She could reject me. She could truly kill herself. I was not sure I could survive one more hour if I was stripped of her again.

I didn't know why, but I ordered for her family to be spared. My Parliament of Wolves would revolt for that action of mine. But let them come. I didn't care anymore. I'd protect my mate, and her family had become mine.

I took Icelyn in my arms and walked out of that mansion. Next, I brought her to my hidden pack and had her treated by the healer who kept eyeing me suspiciously but didn't say anything. I assigned her a maid and ordered that she be brought down for breakfast with me when she woke up in the morning.

And now that she was standing in front of me for breakfast, I was not sure I made the right decision by wanting to have breakfast with her. There was nothing I could eat right then that would seem as delicious as the beauty standing in front of me. Heck, I suddenly wanted to throw up every rubbish I'd been eating and digest her instead.

Slowly, I leaned against my seat and took in the whole of her morning glory.

“Good morning, my Luna,” I drawled. Her eyebrows furrowed at what I called her.

“Your what?” she asked with a frown. I suddenly remembered she was human and had no idea how my world operated. I would have to teach her the basics for her to even be able to survive here.

I drew my seat back and got on my feet. Her eyes followed my movements religiously as I walked to where she was standing.

“My Luna,” I repeated as I stood directly in front of her. My wolf jerked up as Icelyn's eyes fell on my abs. She looked them over and her lips unconsciously parted.

My mate was checking me out.

I flexed my muscles and she gasped and looked away.

“What's... What's a Luna?” she asked as she looked away from me. I drew closer to her, putting just a foot distance between us. Her eyes widened and she tried to step back. But I grabbed her arm, turned her around and pinned her to my chest. She yelped but stayed still as I pinned her to myself. My right arm crossed her chest and I brought my lips to her ear.

“A Luna is equivalent to a Queen in your world,” I whispered and she shivered.

“Icelyn, you became my Queen from the moment I set my eyes on you,” I added then inhaled her hair. I could see her eyes widening. Then she began to wiggle away from me, but she couldn't pull away.

“Let me go!” She groaned but I smirked.

“I won't let you go until you relax in my arms,” I said. She exhaled and then relaxed. I waited for ten seconds to see if she'd struggle again, but she didn't. As much as I enjoyed her against my naked skin, I released her and she instantly turned to glare at me.

“I am not...your...queen,” she panted. I smirked and crossed my arms. Her eyes glanced at my biceps again but she quickly looked back at my eyes.

“Why is that, Luna?”

“Stop calling me that!”

I cracked a laugh and gently raised my hand to her face. I expected her to slap it away, but she didn't. That made my heart leap. I slipped my palm around her cheek and raised her face to look at me.

“Have breakfast with me, Icelyn,” I demanded. My eyes moved down to her lips and they glowed amber. Her lips were plump, red and heart-shaped. They were mine. Mine to nibble on. Mine to bite.

“I'm not hungry,” she whispered then gulped. She winced after and I looked at her throat.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“Y-yes,” she answered then looked away from me. I lowered my head and kissed the sides of the bandage.

“Can you eat?”

She looked at the table and I could sense she was hungry.

“Come, I'll feed you.”

“I'm not a baby.”

“You are my baby.”

She glared at me but didn't object as I led her to the table. I sat at my chair, then pulled her gently to sit on my lap. She wanted to pull away, but I pulled her firmly and she landed on me.

“Be a good girl and open up for me,” I cooed and rubbed her waist. She shivered and looked at the lavish breakfast set.

“Are you vegan?” I asked as I picked bacon with a fork.

She shook her head.

“Good. Because we consume meat well in my world. Not that I'd see you differently if you didn't, though.”

I brought the fork up and was surprised a little when she opened up without any drama. She took the bacon and chewed it down hungrily. My mate was hungry. Suddenly, I wanted to fill her stomach with more food. I fed her eggs, pancakes, fruits and more bacon until she looked drowsy against my shoulder.

“Full?” I asked. She nodded and closed her eyes as she relaxed against me.

“You have quite the appetite though. I was afraid you'd eat me too if I offered myself to you.”

“I would,” she whispered then fell asleep. I patted her gently until she was deeply in. I carried her myself and took her to my bed. After tucking her in, I placed a kiss on her cheek then dressed up and left the room. I needed to be in the office for official matters until 4 pm. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to for now.

The thought that I had found my mate again was so thrilling. The feeling of ecstasy, extreme joy, possessiveness, protectiveness... All that rushed into me when I met eyes with Icelyn. This second experience of finding my mate was even more elating than the first.

However, my joy that day was short-lived. My phone rang just two hours after I arrived at the office.

“Alpha, she's escaped the Pack House,” my butler broke the news.