A new day, a new Celeste. Last night before bed, she had concluded that she'd hate Zillon for the rest of her life. She wouldn't forgive him ever, not only because he cheated on her, but because he *cheated* on her while she was in heat. She had begged him, she remembered...she had cried to him as well, and he had made it his point to ignore her. It had been her very first time experiencing such a torturous thing, it was painful, mind numbing and she wouldn't in her entire life want to relive it again. But perhaps it wouldn't have hurt so much if Zillon had done his part. If he hadn't marked her, such pain would've never been bestowed upon her in the first place, and despite that, he had the audacity to treat her unfairly. She hated him! She hated him so god damn much...and that's why she got up this morning and made noodle for only herself. He had told her not to touch his food, and she wouldn't, so it's either he ate it raw, ask Celia to come cook for him o
Celeste's heart sunk at his words. Why was he being so harsh? She disobeyed him, yes...but she disobeyed him for his own good. If she hadn't cooked, then would he have had anything to eat? Huffing pitifully at herself, she turned to face away from him. "I know you don't like me, it's obvious, but do you have to treat me this bad?" "I told you, didn't I? You were selfish and inconsiderate to your sister, so I'll just have to be the same to you." Her sister again, everything resolved around her. Celeste could bet on her life that if Celia had been the one to disobey him, a plate of food would still be secured for her. Life...oh how unfair it was. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, Celeste marched her way back into the kitchen, her head hanged low. She felt tired...drained; both mentally and physically. Her body was still hot and now sweating, her heart was aching...and it was all because of him. This time she meant it, she hated him and sh
Celeste hollered out, her eyes running hot and boiling tears. Her body —naked, completely bare to the world— felt heavy, her mind too...and it was all because of the heat she was presently in. It felt even worst than the first time and just like then, Zillon had left before she even woke up. Today was a Sunday, the day that all pack men went out to hunt. Those who are unmated for themselves and those mated for their mates. But instead of bringing her back meat, Celeste hoped that he'd bring back a sense of understanding, of sympathy. She was in pain, his mate was in pain. All it took to help her was his touch. Would he be selfish like last time? Would he let her suffer? Celeste was certain he would and she feared that more than anything else. For how would she get rid of this heat if he didn't touch her? It didn't work when she touched herself and moreover, she hated doing it. It made her feel vulnerable, weak and shameless. This heat made her do things s
He walked over to the bed, placing her down on the soft matress. His eyes ran over her naked form as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I'll try my very best to make you feel better." Celeste's legs trembled at his words, her eyes glistening with the lust that came along with her heat. Was he going to...? The shirt fell to the floor and despite trying to, Celeste couldn't hold back the moan of desperation that climbed up her throat. He was hot, his pecs, his abs and even the dark look in his eyes. His hands latched onto the sides of his shorts, pulling them down his muscular thighs. Celeste was dumbfounded, lost in his beauty. He hadn't even touched her yet and her poor legs were shaking. The heat, it was rising; undoubtedly yet involuntarily making her crave him more. With hands that could barely move, she reached out for him. "A-Alpha pl...please." Zillon tilted his head, now standing before her in nothing but his underwear. "The elders said you'd be desperate too,
Celeste nodded, groaning breathlessly. "I'll do any—anything you want me to." She stretched out her arm, reaching for him. "Just please...touch me." Zillon stepped back over to the bed, sitting at the very edge of it. He was feeling a little uncomfortable as if he was about to do something wrong, but somehow, something inside of him told him that it was the right thing to do. Perhaps it was the beast inside of him, or the matebond that was strong enough to almost control him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it egged him on, it made lust travel from the depths of his mind to the tip of his c*ck. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked, words coming out in a coarsed yet subdued tone. Celeste shook her head, writhing against the bed. "My first kiss, my virginity...everything was saved for you. Nobody but my parents and you have ever seen me naked. I-I'm all yours." A growl seeped through Zillon's lips, his eyes flashing to orange for a second before turning b
Celeste screamed out, and instead of pulling him closer, she started to push him away. It felt as though she was being split right open, the pain was immense, seemingly unbearable and she wanted it gone. But no matter how hard she pushed, Zillon didn't move. He kept putting it in, deeper, hurting her with every inch he inserted. "Stop pushing, calm down, just breathe. It'll hurt more if you keep moving around." Tears blessed Celeste's eyes as she weakly pushed against his chest. "Stop...please." Zillon sighed, ceasing his movements. "Celeste..." He warned, certainly annoyed. Celeste turned away from him, wiping at her tears. "I-It hurts." "I know, but you have to calm down, it'll feel good soon." "But..." Zillon shook his head. "Just trust me, at least this once." Celested sniffled, peeking over at him. "I...alright." Slowly, Zillon restarted the process of burying himself inside of her, teeth gritting to hold back a groan of pleasure. She
Zillon woke up in a room that did not belong to him, but it didn't take him long to realize where he was. He was laying on Celeste's bed, covered in her sheets, dying happily in her scent. Last night was a blast that he'd never forget; the fresh smell of her desperation, her sweat and even her cum. He had never experience such a pleasurable night in his life. Everything was in place, every move, every moan she made pleased him greatly. He could still remember how tight she locked around him, how warm, how heavenly she had felt. Goddess, she was everything he needed, she had hugged him so tight, pulled him so close, clawed his back and cried out his name so many times. It was maddening in a way he couldn't explain. A good way, a way that was gratifying. Breathing in, his arm that was already locked around her pulled her even closer, enjoying the warmth that radiated from her flawless skin. Her breaths were even, her body calm, she must be in a rather deep
Celeste brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before she ended up in the kitchen, seasoning the meat Zillon had brought back with him. She felt as hopeless as she did yesterday. She felt like she was without a chance. Her heat was gone, but the pain in her heart wasn't. What he said this morning was still playing around with her mind. 'The mark means nothing either, I was just caught up in the moment.' He could've never just been caught up in the moment. The elders were rather detailed when they taught her about marks. A mark is like a confession, especially if it's done during sex. Instincts take over, the matebond rises and then the teeth bares. Without attraction, without a bond, that would never happen... Or perhaps while making love to her last night he was thinking about Celia. How mortifying... It must've been a torture for him to look her in the eyes, it must've been so hard for him, but could you imagine how hard it was for her? She k
I want to thank you guys for sticking with me throughout 'The Alpha's Unwanted Mate' journey, but now it's time for another! It's out guys! Xavier's story is out! 'A Rogue For The Alpha King', it'll be just as mind blowing as this one! Trust your author Gaydar and go read!(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Let me just drop the description real quick୧(^ 〰 ^)୨ Celia Cobourne betrayed her pack in aid of being with him; her one true mate, and yet instead of accepting, he abandoned her. She deserved it though, didn't she? She was already branded, she was already used...and futhermore, what would an alpha king really do with a Rogue...? _ Xavier Macre or Rather Kaheel Macre as he came to know, ranked up from a rogue to an Alpha King after finding his real parents...he had stepped on many people for revenge and revenge got him on the throne he now sat on... But with nothing but a throne and a crown, what joy would he have? Could he go back to his mate? The rogue one, the branded one, the stepping stool tha
Zillon hesitantly patted the tombstone he stood before, fingers shaking. He didn't want to be here or rather, he was afraid to be...Beside him, his mother stood and behind them were Celeste and the kids...they were three years old now and somehow, Celeste had got them into practically forcing him to come here.'Grandpa...' they had said, that evil, little smile smothered across their face. He really didn't know how such devils slipped from an angel's womb and he would never know.These kids were cute and funny, but they were hard to control. They ran around the house as though it was a track field and threw his ornaments as though they were balls. Sometimes he wished he could throw them out, but then he remembered that they were his kids and moreover, he was the one who spoiled them.They weren't fond of listening to Celeste either and the only way they'd listen to him was if he got all serious...even now they were running around for no god damn reason.Zillon glared back at them, bu
"What did the doctor say?""He sai—""No Fredd, you shouldn't have asked him that, ask him why are we here... that's all I need to know.""Because you're suppose to be...?""And why is that?" Liam questioned, glaring at Zillon. "We weren't with you when you were getting her pregnant, it's almost 4 in the morning man! This isn't fair.""Stop being such a douche Liam...he obviously doesn't know what to do or say...the man is sweating so f*cking hard." Fredd patted Zillon's shoulder. "What did the doctor say?""He said that a few hours from now, Celeste was going to have the f*cking babies.""And you're happy, right?""Yeah.""Then why in the goddess' name are you crying?""Because she's going to cry, she's going to be in so much pain.""Ahhh, such stupid reasonings, but st—""I think I was wrong..."All three men turned to the doctor and then to the room Celeste was in when they heard a broken cry."Her labour is not at all hours away, it's a couple minites now. I assumed she wasn't rea
"Hey, do you think Celia will ever come back, I know she's alive or rather that's what I keep telling myself...but when will she come back? We were enemies for more than five years and when the issue between us finally resolved, she left? I don't understand it, I want to, but I can't. Do you think she's with her mate; with Xavier?"Zillon rubbed his eyes and looked over at Celeste, another month had passed and though she had seemed okay throughout it all, he knew she wasn't...but now he was glad that she was opening up about this topic once again. "I thought we were over this, Kitten...but since we're apparently not, I'm glad you woke me up, what time is it by the way?""About 3... In the morning." Celeste grumbled, staring up at him with those sad blue eyes."I don't know where she is, but you said it before, you said she always had a reason for doing things, you said that whatever it is that she does...it was always to benefit her. Trust her, Celeste... she probably left in order to
Zillon stripped her slowly, his lips leaving kisses down her stomach as he pulled down her panty. "I'll take it slow tonight, Kitten...I hope you don't mind."Celeste's finger ran through his black hair, a moan leaving her lips. "I don't..."Zillon pulled the panty off the very tip of her toes, dropping it on the floor. "I knew it was stupid to have held back and yet I did it anyway. Why do it if I didn't have the resolve to hold back forever...? Stupid."His tongue traced her thighs, his hands pulling her legs wider and down into the wilderness he went. His lips spread her folds and his tongue made an even bigger mess out of her. She was already wet and yet more slick kept dripping down her walls. Her legs shook so bad that she thought she was dying from fits and Zillon still didn't stop.His lips explored her property as if it was his and his tongue searched the warmth of her walls as though something that belonged to him was lost beyo
"Where is she?" Zillon asked as soon as he returned home. Liam and Fredd looked away from the TV and gave him a guilty look. "She fell asleep, not sure if she's awake now, but her mood will be sour...in fact since you're here, we're leaving.""What did you guys do to get her to sleep?""Well you know, nothing out of the ordinary...we just told her she was fat and...and ugly...""What?""You told us to stop her from eating, that's the only thing we could come up with..."Zillon pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not even going to argue or complain, it's my fault for asking idiots for a favour. Go before I strangle you both..."Liam and Fredd nodded and quickly walked out of the living room. Zillon glared at them until they disappeared out of his line of vision before walking up the stairs. He entered his room, finding Celeste asleep on their bed.They had renovated her room, filled it up with things for their
Zillon sat on the couch when Liam and Fredd tiptoed in. Both had their index finger on their lips and jumped in fright when they saw him."Gosh...I thought that was her...is she sleeping?" Liam whispered."As if Celeste would ever sleep, she'll be down in a minute."Both men instantly spun on their heels. "Well we'll be out in less than a minute...see you later man."They began to tiptoe their way back out, but Celeste walked down the stairs right on time. "Liam! Fredd...?" She grinned.Liam groaned as he stopped to look at her. "Couldn't you have stayed longer?""What do you mean?""It's nothing..." He turned to Fredd, whispering pretty loudly again. "Seeing as the enemy already saw us, let's just stay...when she attacks later, we'll leave."Fredd nodded, him and Liam walking over to take a seat beside Zillon on the couch. "How's it going man? I bet you've been going mad.""Not today, she's been good..
"Cereal again, Celeste? This is really getting out of hand. Why don't we make sandwiches today?""I don't want that.""Toast?""No...""Then how about I chef you up my masterpiece?""What's that?"Zillon grinned. "Eg—""No..."The stupid grin on Zillon's face went missing instantly, she didn't even let him finish...how harsh. For months now, she's been eating unhealthy food, nothing to keep her throughout the day which was why she was almost always hungry... ice-cream, buns, salty snacks and cereals that's what she mostly ate for breakfast, sometimes he could force to eat what he prepared —eggs, the only thing he actually cook and sausage sandwiches— but not everyday she'd listen."Celeste, come on..." He threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her away from the cereal box. "Don't you love my newfound talent?""If it's cooking, then no."Zillon's pride melt into water and it wasted no
It took four months after the war for the devastation that the pack felt to lessen. Many had died, leaving children, wives, parents, but their efforts were never forgotten..They were all buried at the south side of the borders where their loved ones could go visit them... The pack had lessened drastically, it was no longer second to the Alpha kings's pack, but then again, Zillon did not care.He didn't have time to envy Xavier's pack when he was busy rebuilding his and taking care of Celeste.That night when he had...you know... 'woken from the dead, he got to find out that Xavier wasn't at all his brother, they had the same blood, they were family, but they just weren't brothers...His father has done something so despicable that it had become a sensitive topic for him. He had been there to confess, beaten and bloodied, but still alive.His wolf hadn't been strong enough to retain its form, he had involuntarily changed back into the ski