All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

— Beware... For happiness does not last for eternity. It comes, but when it goes, sadness descends with severity. — Celeste blew out a breath of adoration, eyes trained on the handsome boy standing with a tall masculinity on the podium. His lips were drawn into a thin line, his expression as blank as a sheet of paper and yet his beauty outranked every werewolf standing on the meeting grounds; both men and women. Celeste wasn't sure how he did it, but every single thing he did made her heart flutter and her legs weak. He was the centre of her attention despite the many other people scattered around the vicinity. His eyes... His lips... His body... Every single aspect of him called out to her, but in what way could she respond? Certainly not by confessing that she had many times drooled while watching him and certainly not by hunting him a darn rabbit! But either way she chose to respond, it was no secret that he was out of her league; f

— Beware ... They're like two face coins. Not because they smile they're on your side. — Celeste stepped shakily up the stairs. She had long passed her boundaries, and now she resided on Zillon's; on his land, on his porch. She couldn't deny the nervousness that ran through her, she could feel as her heart pumped heavily in her chest, she could even hear it; the quick and dense beats that sounded like fast fleeting footsteps. In deep anxiety, her eyes drifted to the door that stood tall in front of her. Should she knock? She should, shouldn't she? But she couldn't. His scent was as strong as it had been the night he had marked her. The potent scent of lotus flowers and chopped wood. It was maddening, it invoked in her a sense of need; one that had her craving him, his arms that provided security, and his lips that 'should' be able to provide her with words of encouragement, especially after what she withstood on her way here. Her sister's words ha

Celeste skated breathlessly into Zillon's front yard, still wearing the clothing of her wolf's skin. The night had gotten darker, the sun had gone down, and though she had ran to her heart's full content, she still felt like she hadn't done enough. Zillon's words were still engraved in her head. They for one made it hard for her to cut her run short, but sadly, she had to, not because of the matebond, but because of what the elders had once taught her and the other young she-wolves of the pack. No matter what, a newly mated female should return to their mate before 7:00pm. It is said that werewolves were very possessive of their mates, especially the high ranking ones. The elders didn't go in depth as to 'why' as well as 'what' would happen, but she didn't really want to know, because nothing would happen, especially if it concerned her mate. He had said it before, he wanted nothing to do with her, so why would he act out or become possessive when she neglects to com

Celeste woke up, wholly covered in sweat. Her body, her clothes, the sheets, every single thing was wet. The breeze that floated inside through the windows was cool, yet she felt as though she was living in a furnace. Her skin burnt, but nothing could equate to the heat between her legs. It felt as though she was standing over high, blue flames that licked at her thighs, and at her most private possession. In the pit of her stomach was a need, a certain desperation that called for Zillon, for his touch, for his warmth... But every time she moved to go to him, the heat between her legs would increase. She felt as if she should touch it, or rather he should, and somehow she couldn't come to understand that feeling at all. Twisting on the bed, Celeste trembled when the heat augmented again, it was painful, so much so that she now felt the need to cry, to scream... But with willpower, she withheld, and continued to twist and turn, desperately hoping Zillon wo

It was in the late afternoon when Celeste decided it was time to cook, now that Zillon and Celia came down. Celeste was wearing her clothes from yesterday and Zillon was only in a shorts, no shirt, no shoes. His six pack was on full display and even though Celeste found it comforting to look, she glanced away. "What are you doing down here?" She almost jumped at the sound of the voice, it sounded so different than it did last night when he was speaking to Celia. "I...uh...I was going to cook." "Get out, Celia was just about to do that." Celeste abruptly turned to look at him. "But I—" "Get out Celeste." Pain registered in her heart and just when tears were about to prick her eyes, Celia spoke up. "What are you doing Zillon? Is this how you treat my sister? We'll cook together, nothing's wrong with that." "But you sai—" "It's okay now, babe. I was just angry last night, you can go upstairs, when we're finished, I'll call you." Zillon nodded