The Rejected Alpha and his Human Mate

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck.

Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck.

Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death?

On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible.

Wait a minute!

She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her.

On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being.

This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic.

How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck?

"Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face.

Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something?

'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her.

Nodding at the command, she held the gun to his face, an angry snarl forming on her lips as she aimed to shoot only to feel a weakening in her knees.

“You can't do that to me.” He whispered enough for her to hear amidst the ongoing clashes around them.

Her eyes blinked and in a flash, her gun slipped from her hand and she fell to the floor, a rippling tingle washing through her.

“Mate!” He growled, catching her before she could hit the floor.

“Let…go of …me.” She hissed.

What was wrong with her?

What was this strange feeling?

Why the hell was she panting?

Why did she…

She let out a moan the moment his bare skin made contact with the skin of her neck.

Clamping her mouth shut, her neck reddened the moment her now blurry eyes caught the raise in his brows.

“You feel it too, don't you?”

“Number 389!” Her commander's harsh voice rang into her skull making her jerk in his arms but she fell lax again.

“What the fuck…are you doing to me?” She hissed through her teeth, hatred beginning to burn through her eyes as she panted hard at the tingling sensation of their skin touching.

“Me too Human, me too…what the fuck have you done to me?” He asked almost gently, leaning in closer, his eyes locked in on hers like she was the only thing he could afford to look at even as blood splattered on them from dying comrades.

“NUMBER 389! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SHOOTING HIM DOWN AND NOT PLAYING A DANG ROMANCE SCENE!”

She winced, her eyes shutting close at the loud voice in her head.

“What?” He asked, his voice concerned.

Forcing saliva down her dry throat, she bit down on her tongue till she tasted a metallic tang.

Just when she was about shaking out whatever spell the terrorist had cast on her, she helplessly watched him reach for the device in her ear and yanked it off.

“Ther…”

He didn't get the chance to finish his word because she had sent her fist flying into his face before rolling out of his hold.

Panting hard, she struggled to her feet, stumbling to stand erect, her eyes never leaving him even as he blinked up at her, a smirk gracing his lips.

“Blessed be the moon goddess. At least you aren't a weak one.” He bared his now reddening teeth, blood leaking from his nose as he stood gracefully to his feet.

“Back off!” She yelled towards his direction repeatedly shaking her head to rid herself of the tingles speedily running through her veins and into her head..

“How could I when you belong to me? To us.” He tucked his hands into his pocket, his green eyes focusing solely on her.

“You are insane!”

“Now only because of you.” He raised a brow and spat out the clump of blood in his mouth.

She felt her body begin to shake…from hatred, anger…then her brow knitted in confusion…

She could feel her heart melting for him, he suddenly looked so manly in his pose, so handsome that his deadly eyes only made her thighs clap themselves together.

What was this…this sudden blooming feeling she had for the enemy of their country?

No!

She began to vigorously shake her head as her eyes widened in realization.

“No need to deny the feeling Mate. I know you love us already.”

No!

She shook her head even faster as she backed away, scrambling to force her mind to think straight.

This wasn't love, no! It was…lust!

Lust!

How the hell could she lust after a stranger!?

Not just a stranger, but her enemy, the insane terrorist she should be hunting down?

How could she lust after him when her comrades were continuously falling to their death at the mercy of his followers?

“Come on.” He cooed, casually sidestepping to dodge a dagger thrown his way.

Her eyes widened when he pushed his hand out to grab the weapon mid-air.

They were right!!

Not only was he insane, he was also a cult leader!

“Come on, Sweet.” He took a slow step towards her again, his piercing gaze turning dangerous.

Swallowing, she let a growl escape her lips as she lunged towards him, her fist out in the air.

“HOW DARE YOU DRUG ME!?”

Casually hoisting his hands forward, he caught her midair with a belly deep chuckle as he spoke into her ear.

“Me? Drug you?”

“Unhand me this instant!” She was almost screaming with hysteria but he casually trapped her legs in-between his.

“What you feel right now is the process of being mine… you were born to be mine.”