Celeste took up her bags off the floor and waved at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life and also for the early discharge."
"You're soon to be Luna, you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job as the pack doctor."
Luna? Celeste wanted to laugh at herself but smiled at him instead. The bondage around her arm proved that she wasn't Luna material, but maybe this doctor's conviction came from the solidity of words. If so then...
"I'm not a future Luna, my position has yet to be confirmed. I'm an omega, the bottom of the hierarchy, you don't have to show me respect...my rank is lower than yours."
With that, she gripped her bag straps tighter and walked pass him. She wasn't going to be the Luna of the pack, she wouldn't entice the idea or give the pack members hope. They didn't deserve to be lied to, to be played like Zillon played her.
What they deserved was a strong Luna who
Celeste cried silently as he drove, back turned to him and face shielded away by her hands. She hated him, she hated him so much. If so, why was it that his words still hurt her then?Why was it that back at the hospital she couldn't stop wishing he'd come?And why was it that when she finally saw his face, relief had washed her thoroughly?She still loved him, didn't she?No matter how much she tried to deny it or how much she walked around it, the truth wouldn't hold back when it slapped her like her a brick in the face. She loved him and she wouldn't stop.She might want to, but the matebond would never truly let her. That's why she wanted to get rid of it, that's why she kept praying on a rejection, coaxing him to either reject her or accept hers.But it seems getting him to do either wasn't going to be a walk in the park, still, she'd continue to try unt
She was nervous, more so when the door was pulled open, revealing the alpha and Luna of her pack.As usual the Alpha's face was stern, depicting nothing but austerity. His aura was powerful, his scent even stronger than Zillon's. Unsurprisingly, that made Celeste's nervousness reign a little higher and the fact that the Luna only stood, twisting her neck like a peacock while she looked at her made it even worse.Celeste took a shaky step back, bowing her head as a sign of respect and submission. "I...I...good evening sir, good evening ma'am, I'm Celeste."Seconds went by and nobody answered, she felt the need to look up, to see their expressions, but she was too scared to, so instead, she continued. "I-uh...I'm...I'm Zillon's current mate."More time ran out and her heart rammed against her chest as if it was trying to break out of it and what made it worst was the stern voice that broke the silence.
"That hit home, didn't it son?"Zillon glared over at his mother, pushing his empty plate aside. "I could eat two spoon full more, but since it's all finished, I don't feel satisfied.""You eat like a pig.""And you cook like a stingy, old woman.""Well I am stingy, and I am old. Tell him Gregory."Gregory or rather the alpha sighed as he looked over at them. "You both are embarrassments to my family. Can't you guys shut up for once? Every time Zillon visits, he gives Celine another topic to argue about. Are you two not grown?""Absolutely, I don't know about Zillon, but I'm so grown that I'll go wash up after myself." She raised out of her seat, stacking the plates atop of each other. "I bet you aren't grown enough to do that, Gregory...""Well I...I—""Can I...can I help? With the dishes I mean."
"That is none of your business, mom.""It is my business, Zillon. We are your parents if your dad spoiled you as a youth, I didn't...I did my best to properly groom you and look what you turned out to be; a selfish little brat.""I'm not selfish and I'm not a brat either. She's mine, Celia is mine too...what do you want me to do?""None of them is actually yours until you choose. Have you ever heard of someone having two mates? When Celia find hers, you'll realize how easy it had been to choose from the start, because she'll definitely chose him, if not now, then sometime in the long run.""She won't, it's evident that she loves me.""That love will disappear like yours should've when she finds her mate. I really can't believe this, that girl up there has to be suffering because of your stupidness, she must be in so much pain...and I pity her if she chooses a bastard like you ove
Celeste's heart battered against her chest as he stripped her of her jeans pants, leaving her vulnerable to the cold air that passed through and vulnerable to his eyes.She was now in nothing but a red panty that barely did nothing to hide what it was suppose to. In a situation like this, was it wrong of her to feel exploited or rather invaded?This was purely against her will, he was touching her without the care of her consent, totally different from the first time he had mated her.That time, he had asked her if she was sure about doing it, and had even asked if she was ready. His touch had been gentle back then too, soothing to her skin, but this...it was nothing like it.His hands were rough where they touched her, his lips were harsh too, everywhere they so much as glimpsed, his teeth would too. It was as if his sole purpose was really to mark her everywhere and that too without acknowled
"F*ck..." Zillon cursed to himself, running a hand through his head of black hair. Even now he couldn't come to terms with what he had done. It really wasn't his intention to hurt her again.He had promised her peace, promised to pay her back for all the bad things he had done to her and instead of doing that, he had made everything worst. Her eyes had been filled with so much pain and confusion. It was obvious that she didn't know what to say or do...she was trapped beneath him, unable to free herself, unable to make her own choices.He really wished he hadn't went to that room and he wished the urge to touch her hadn't been strong enough to overwhelm him. That poor girl, if she didn't hate him before, she sure as hell hated him now.It was evident in the way she looked at him, the fear, the vulnerability...he had certainly broken her more than she had been before and he regretted it.He regretted a
Celeste woke up in the embrace of Zillon's scent. It had been calming, a great way to wake up until she remembered what he had done last night... The roughness that had been in his touch, the wild desire that had laid with potency in his eyes and the words he had spewed without caution to her.The memories came back to hit her like a brick, pushing away the calmness she once felt and replacing it with fear. Without even thinking about her actions, she jumped up on the bed, pulling the sheets over her even though she was already covered by clothes.Her eyes searched the room, finding Zillon at the very edge of the bed, staring at her with a gaze that reflected nothing but lamentation. His hands were in his lap, his eyebrows knitted in shame. "You have every right to be scared of me and I understand that what I did last night was wrong, but I swear to god that it was a mistake. I was in the gutter, my mind was in a haze...the only thing I coul
Hesitantly, she rose out of her seat, leaving her breakfast as well as Zillon's mother and father at the table as she followed after him up the stairs.She wasn't sure why she was doing this, but something deep within her wanted her to or perhaps she was just curious...About that look in his eyes and about his actions.There was a chance that she had her hopes up again too, perhaps she was putting too much faith into him. He had done so much to discourage her and yet she still had the courage to approach him.How foolish she was, walking right into another heartbreak, giving him another chance to tear her right open. But would he?She couldn't help but ask...he had promised to never hurt again and even though he broke his promise last night, she couldn't help but trust him. He said it was a mistake, it probably was...he was in rut, something so similar to her heat.She knew how it felt, she knew how fast your control could