All Chapters of Alpha's Witch Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Celestine “I, Alpha Killian Storm, reject you, Celestine St. Vireaux , as my mate.”My body doesn’t react at first. It’s as if my brain refuses to process the words. They don’t make sense. Killian wouldn’t—he couldn’t—But then it hits. A crushing, merciless wave of pain, rolled through my chest and seeping into my bones.I sway, struggling to stay upright. My lungs tighten like a vice. My hands clench into fists at my sides.Don’t fall. Don’t fall.But my knees buckle. My body folds, betraying me, and I drop. Hard.The cold, hard ground meets me mercilessly, the impact sending another shockwave of pain through my already broken body.My hands slam against the dirt, trying to steady myself, but they tremble violently.He’s lying.He has to be.Killian wasn’t always like this. I remember the first time I realized he was mine. The way his eyes softened when I laughed. The way his hand lingered at the small of my back, protective, possessive. I remember the night he carried me home afte

Celestine I am so tired, I can barely think. But sleep won’t come. Not when I’m lying in Killian Storm’s bed. Not when I know that, at any moment, he will walk through that door after dismissing our guest. He told me that I should go shower and rest first if I was too tired to join them which I did except, now I cannot truly rest because of my thoughts.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my breath. But it doesn’t help. Because no matter how much I try to push it away, one thought won’t leave me.What is Killian going to do to me tonight?He is going to come in here. He is going to touch me. Because that is what happens on a wedding night.I force myself to breathe—**in, out, in, out—**but it does nothing to slow my racing heart. This is what I was dreading. Not the ceremony. Not the vows.This.Being alone with him. Being at his mercy.Then—the door opens.The scent of him reaches me first. Whiskey. Smoke. Something darker beneath it. Something that makes my throat go dry. I do

The way every single person in the training center stops what they’re doing the second we enter is the real definition of awkward. Warriors. Betas. Omegas. Some pause mid-punch. Some drop their weights. Some scramble to straighten like they’ve been caught slacking but all of them stare.I shift, uncomfortable, trying to put space between me and Killian. "Killian," I murmur under my breath. “Let go.”He doesn’t. If anything, he pulls me closer. "Relax, Celestine." His voice is too low, too even. "You’re shaking."I wasn’t. But now? Now, I am. Because **this—this moment, this attention, this unspoken question hanging in the air—**it’s too much. Before I can respond, Killian lifts his chin, his Alpha presence commanding the room without effort.“Continue training,” he commands, his voice sharp, decisive. “I’m just showing my Luna how things work here.”Luna.The warriors exchange glances, but then—they nod. One by one, they return to their drills, but the air is still thick. I exhale slo