Why Does Alastor Hate Being Touched Novels & Stories

But then, he froze. "I'm sorry," he gasped, jumping back as if he had been burned. He was shaking. "We can't do this. I shouldn't be touching you. You are Zayn’s mate. It is a crime... it is forbidden to touch another man's mate." "Zayn is not my mate!" I cried out. I wanted to scream it so the whole world could hear. "You feel it too, Ezekiel. I know you do. You can feel that we belong together!"

i said, letting out a laugh. “my lady?” a knock came from the other side of the door. “my lady is all well? Should i get a physician?” her voice was irritating, dripping with fake sweetness which clawed at my skin. “i want to be alone right now” i said, looking away from the door, but she kept banging on it, screaming at me on the top of her lungs on how she needed to eat because the Alpha commanded it. “I SAID I WANT TO BE ALONE!!” my felt my magic slip, unable to control it.

I whispered. Cassian shrugged. “Prove it.” I dropped to my knees and reached for my books. My fingers shook so badly I could barely grab them. Paint dripped onto the pages. I heard whispers all around me. “She looks so pathetic.” “Why does he hate her so much?” “This is cruel.” A sob escaped my chest. Cassian looked down at me. “You should stop crying,” he said calmly. “It’s embarrassing.” I looked up at him. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Jasper’s brows shot up. "He’s a werewolf?" he asked. Derrick nodded his head. "Not just any werewolf—he’s the current Alpha of the Crescent Stone Pack," he replied. A slow, cruel grin spread across Jasper’s face. "Good. Now that I know he’s one of us, I won’t hold back. That bastard ruined everything for me, and I’ll make him pay," he said, his voice low and filled with venom. His eyes darkened, brimming with a dangerous determination.

“Alpha, the Moon Goddess does not make—” “I **reject** her.” The hall fell into stunned silence. My heart stopped. Rejection. He said it so easily. So publicly. Kael’s voice rose, carrying through every corner of the packhouse. “I, Alpha Kael of Crescent Night, reject Liora as my mate.” The bond snapped violently inside my chest. Pain exploded through me. I gasped, collapsing to my knees as the force ripped through my body like lightning. Wolves around me stepped back quickly, afraid to touch the aftermath of an Alpha’s rejection.

Nyxia Evangeline has always been an outcast—a Beta scorned by her own pack. After the mysterious deaths of her parents, she lives under the suffocating control of her ruthless uncle, determined to reclaim her family's legacy and run away with the man she loves—a human unaware of the dark reality lurking beneath the surface of her world. But when her secret relationship is uncovered, Nyxia is forced into an arranged marriage with Dominico Lombardi, the dangerous Alpha enforcer of the most powerful pack on the continent. However, something far darker has been forced upon her. Through black magic, Nyxia is transformed from a Beta into something far more rare and valuable. As the dark magic

"Three months of being treated like garbage. Three months of watching him with her. I can't." Elder Thorne stops walking and turns to face me. His eyes are sad but firm. "You can, and you will. Not because you want to, but because you have to. And Sera—" He waits until I meet his eyes. "I've lived a long time. I've seen a lot of mate bonds. And I'm telling you—something about this doesn't feel right." "What do you mean?" "The way Alpha Kade looks at you... there's hatred, yes. But there's something else underneath. Something he's fighting very hard to hide." Elder Thorne squeezes my shoulder gently. "Don't give up yet. Three months is a long time. Things can change."

(But maybe it was. Because every time he close his eyes, he can see William's horrified gaze morphing into Winters– disgusted and disapproving of the violence, of his bloodlust. Was someone like him deserving of a goddess? What if she completely hates him by now?) Alastor physically shuddered at that, absentmindedly pulling his phone out of his pocket, hoping for a distraction… maybe he should let some of his friends know that–

I retorted. "It's a werewolf thing. Like...one's other half. Danny, you're my puzzle piece. I was made for you. My existence is for you. Whether it be a best friend, a brother, a lover, or a childhood dog." He met my eyes. I gasped softly. So that's why Alastor was obsessed with me. I always thought that Alastor was my huge wolf and I wasn't far off. Just in a different sense. He wasn't meant to be just Alastor. Just the wolf from the zoo. He's intended to be my everything. Everything started to fall into place.

With one gentle prod, the whole thing imploded in my face. It's not that I don't love Alastor; believe me, I love him more than anything else in the world. He was the air I needed to breathe to keep me alive. His outward appearance was cold and stoic, but on the inside, he was broken and vulnerable. The history of Black Moon was etched all across him, hiding in plain sight in the scars that littered his body.