All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RayneThe realization of what happened between Max and I only hit me when the sun rose. Heat crept up my neck as soon as I woke up. Or maybe my embarrassment was only amplified because of the dream I had. A dream where he peeled my nightgown off and slowly worshipped my body. I don't know where those thoughts came from but they did, and now without the Moon's influence, it just feels wrong. All of it. That doesn't necessarily mean that I didn't like being kissed by him. It was an exotic experience, one that will never cease to amaze me. It's so strange to be held and kissed by him, mostly because his lips and his tongue and his breath feel like home to me. It's all so familiar. I had never even seen him before this and yet it felt like he was always there, right next to me. This must be the mate bond's doing. A blood pact of sorts formed between us. Now, it feels like he was always there. A permanent part of me. Like a limb. "Focus," I tell myself. "Focus."Breakfast comes and I e

RayneI sit listening to Veronica and Brumilda indulging in gossip about some of the members of the GrayLeaf pack. I can’t say that all of it isn’t interesting. I sip my tea and pay close attention to names and everything else that I can remember. Brumilda is the mother of Alaska’s best friend who isn’t here because he and Max don’t see eye to eye. Veronica rolls her eyes at that, and says of course. “Why would he come? That would be foolish of him to start a fight with Max now when things are so uncertain.”They also mention all the people who have accompanied Alaska this time around. There is Lesley, who is Alaska’s cousin, and her parents, who are two women named Bertha and Maggie. It seems Bertha, who is her biological mother, had a mate who died when Lesley was little, and afterward she found herself a second mate, who is Bertha, who helped her raise Lesley. The last person in the group is a man named Bryan. He is a Gamma, yet he also has a place amongst the elites of the pack.

RayneIt's hard to keep that mindset going when I can feel him making love to Alaska through my bond. I turn to my side, feeling anguished and heartbroken. Exhausted. Defeated. All of these negative emotions are directly tied to him. Rather, to the bond between us. The pain is similar to colics. The sun has risen and I didn't sleep a wink last night. I was kept up all night by that...feeling. That awful feeling that pools between my legs yet hurts at the same time. Is this the kind of anguish and torture I'm supposed to endure while he has the time of his life with her?There's a knock at the door. Breakfast. I don't say a word and it opens anyway. Caddie walks in, greeting me cheerfully. I feel terrible that I don't have the strength to even greet her back. I feel horribly ill. If I knew I'd feel this way after Alaska's arrival, I would have tried my luck with that man who wanted to take me away. Surely anything is better than this. I wonder how he feels. If I feel this way, then

MaxI have been avoiding Alaska like the plague. Our first night together proved to be a disaster. I knew that in a way, my body rejected her, but I could never have guessed that things could have gotten so bad. It's angering. It's disappointing. Revolting. I can't touch her. Not without feeling the pain of a thousand swords stabbing my body over and over again.It wasn't that bad when I only held her and kissed her. I felt some discomfort, but nothing close to what I felt when I was actually inside of her. It was excruciating but I couldn't stop. I tried to tell myself that I was addicted to the pain. Telling myself that made it easier to endure it. At that moment, the pain and the pleasure of having her combined and made a powerful cocktail of emotions that I could, at that moment, take. Alaska, thankfully, didn't notice a thing. To her, everything was normal. I was the one dying. I was the one being torn to pieces.And all the while, I thought about Rayne. It's almost like the bo

RayneAlbert climbs off my body, leaving me feeling bare and exposed. I didn’t notice how the skirt of my dress was riding up my thighs. I quickly push it down while making eye contact with Max. “Out,” he barks at Albert. Albert raises his hands and glances at me before walking out. Just like that. I’m too angry at Max to be disappointed that he didn’t at least stay and argue. He just walked out. Once he and I are alone in the room, he slams the door shut, so hard that I feel the vibrations deep in my flesh. He takes a few steps toward me and asks, “Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?”I recover from the shock of seeing him here and rise from the bed slowly. “Crazy?”“Albert?” he asks, then scoffs. “I thought you were better than that. I didn’t think you’d offer yourself up to him like a—”He cuts himself off and runs his fingers through his hair. An act of pure frustration. He turns away from me. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through my veins. Maybe i