Chapter 4

Emma sat in the room waiting patiently for her mate, Gregory, as today was the day when they would accept the bond, and she felt really jittery.

She had been sitting in the room for the past seven hours, and there was still no sight of her mate.

Looking around the room, her eyes locked onto a picture that looked so much like her mate, who had made it a point of duty to avoid her all through the week he arrived here.

Walking over to the picture, as she glided her fingers over the frame, her mate looked to be in his twenties. In this picture, he looked really happy and smiled brightly. How she wished he could smile at her this way.

“What are you doing there?” The dominant tone of an Alpha's voice made her jump in fright.

Turning to face the direction the voice had come from, which was at the entrance of the door, she saw the very man who had been avoiding her all week.

She took her time to assess his rugged features: deep green eyes inherited from his mother, and a chiseled physique that seemed perfectly suited to his frame.

She was still lost in admiring her mate when his voice, deeper than ever, broke into her imagination again.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked with an intense glare that almost sent her to her knees.

"I... am sorry for staring, Alpha," Emma replied with a stutter.

The room was quiet for a while as Gregory moved from the door entrance to the bed.

"Come stand in front of me. I need to tell you some things that I want you to abide by," Gregory said as Emma swiftly moved to stand in front of him, still with jittery hands and legs.

"There are three instructions I will give you now, which I very much want you to listen to, as going against my orders could lead to serious punishment.

First, we are not going to be sleeping on the same bed. From today, you can sleep on the floor for all I care.

Secondly, you must keep a reasonable distance from me at all times because I do not want my scent to be mixed with that of an omega.

Thirdly, you must let me know when your heat is to occur because I do not want to sleep in the same room as an omega who is in heat, especially one like you."

All his words, especially his last, struck a chord in her chest as it tightened in pain.

She stared at him, trying to make sense of what he meant by "someone like me" when he broke into her thoughts again

."Oh, are you wondering what I mean? Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you’re a used and worthless mate?

Did you believe you could hide the fact that instead of waiting for your fated partner, you sold yourself to different men as the worthless bitch that you are?"

Emma was stunned. Silent tears welled up in her eyes. She had hoped to keep her secret hidden for a while, but it seemed he had figured it out. She tried to understand how he had discovered it, but nothing made sense.

“You may go now. Your scent stinks.” he said his voice cold and cutting.

His words hit Emma like a physical blow. She could barely bear the sting of his dismissal.

Not wanting to break down in front of him, Emma moved to the couch, her gaze fixed on Gregory as he lay on the bed,

it wasn't until he turned his back to her that Emma allowed the tears to slip down.

She had prayed to the Moon Goddess for a mate who would love and cherish her despite her past. Now, that hope felt shattered. The pain was overwhelming, tightening her chest.

Meanwhile, Gregory lay on the bed, feeling his chest tighten as he listened to the silent whimpering.

just yesterday he had initially accepted the fact that he was mated to an omega until he consulted the spirit goddess when she had let it slip some things about Emma.

He had been very angry when he discovered that his mate had been with other men while he had waited patiently for her for the past 40 years of his life.

He had even come to this room just to appease his mother and best friend and also to not raise any suspicion in the pack he did not want them to see him as incompetent so he had accepted to come.

As he approached the entrance of the room he and and Emma would stay in for a week to complete the mating bond, he had been instantly hit by the intense smell of strawberries that had almost made him drop to his knees.

But he had quickly held on to the door handle and calmed himself down but his junior down there was standing high and mighty tightening up his trousers and he did not want Emma to see him like this.

He did not want her having any ideas that he was affected by her.

So he thought about different things that was able to calm him down a little and thereafter he had silently opened the door

But almost immediately the sight of her looking at his picture had affected him more than he wanted to admit as his hard on returned in full force and he had to put his hand in front of his trousers to cover his hard dick.

But Emma was totally oblivious to his struggle as she swayed her hips from side to side with her ass moving alongside it and damn that ass was huge.

It had taken him some time to regain his composure and asked what she was doing.

And when she turned and their eyes met, Gregory felt as if the world had narrowed down to her gaze.

He watched her take in his features, and after allowing her to stare for a moment, he asked what she was doing.

Sitting on the bed was a guise to hide his arousal, and the rules he had set came to mind as he just wanted to be close to her.

He noticed her surprise when he mentioned what the spirit goddess had told him, and the way her face tightened confirmed the goddess’s words. This realization made him feel deeply saddened.

Not knowing what else to say, he dismissed her and turned to the other side, trying to control his emotions as the thought of his mate being with other men made him feel bloodthirsty.

Several hours had passed, and night had fully settled in. The full moon loomed high in the sky, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow across the room. The pull of the full moon was palpable, a force both Emma and Gregory could feel deeply.

As the night deepened, Emma began to feel the effects of an unplanned heat. The sensation started subtly, like a whisper against her skin, but it soon grew into an intense, overwhelming force.

Her body responded in ways she had not anticipated. A warm, tingling sensation spread from her core, making her acutely aware of every shift and movement.

She felt her body growing hotter by the minute, a relentless heat that made her skin feel flushed and her breathing erratic.

Emma shifted uncomfortably on the chair, the fabric of her clothes suddenly feeling suffocating. The sensation of dampness between her legs became increasingly prominent.

She could feel her own arousal leaking steadily, a slick mixture of precum and her own bodily fluids. It trickled down her inner thighs, mingling with the sweat that had begun to bead on her skin.

The discomfort was unmistakable, a combination of heat and yearning that seemed to radiate from her very core.

She tried to ignore it at first, hoping the feeling would subside. But as the minutes ticked by, the intensity only grew.

She squirmed on the chair, trying to find a position that would offer some relief. Her movements were frantic, driven by an instinctual need to alleviate the overwhelming pressure building inside her.

The more she moved, the more her clothes clung to her, adding to her growing discomfort.

Desperation set in as Emma’s heat continued to intensify. The soft, silk fabric of her nightgown felt like it was burning against her skin.

With trembling hands, she began to peel off her clothes, starting with the nightgown. She lifted it over her head, her fingers slick with sweat and arousal, and threw it aside. The cool air against her bare skin offered only a fleeting sense of relief.

But the heat was relentless. Emma's movements became more frantic as she struggled to strip off the remaining layers of her clothing.

She fumbled with her bra, her fingers slipping on the hooks as her body trembled with the intensity of her heat.

Finally, she managed to free herself from the constrictive garment and tossed it away, followed by her panties.

She lay there on the floor, completely exposed, her body still writhing with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

The full moon’s pull was magnified in the quiet of the night.

Emma's breaths came in shallow gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale as she tried to quell the surging waves of desire.

She felt every pulse of her heartbeat, a constant reminder of the primal urge that had taken hold of her.

The room seemed to close in around her, the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

Meanwhile, Gregory, who had been lying on the bed, also felt the full moon’s influence.

The sight of Emma’s struggling form, her body writhing with the heat, stirred something deep within him. And His own arousal became very impossible to ignore.

initially Georgry tried to ignore his own arousal but his resolve broke when Emma pulled off her cloth and laid on the floor spreading her legs apart and the intense smell of her own arousal hit him and without thinking he crossed the short distance between them.