Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate
“Meat.”
“I don’t have any defrosted.”
Frozen meat? That’s wrong, too. I huff and head back to the bedroom. I’ll finish my nest and then go hunting. There’s just enough time if I hurry. The hour’s growing late. But that doesn’t make sense.
None of this does.
But that doesn’t matter. The nest is the only important thing, and I’m almost done. I pile a down comforter in the middle and cover it with the best smelling sheets and the contents of the hamper. There’s not much. A few pairs of jeans and T-shirts, but it’ll have to do.
I stalk around the bed, examine what I’ve made from all angles.
“I need more.” I catch Killian out of the corner of my eye. He’s leaning against the wall, still watching. He’s wearing drawstring pants now. When did he put them on?
“I need those.” I snap and point.
“My pants?”
I snap again. He needs to listen.
“Una, I’m not sure you know what you’re doing,” he says in a very rational tone which makes me want to rip off his face.
I bare my teeth. Arrogant male. I know what I’m doing.
And it’s so damn hot in here. “Put them on the pile.”
I let my wolf growl at him a few times so he knows we’re serious while I throw open a window. The moon is full and high. I draw the night breeze deep into my lungs. It’s cool and sweet.
My body is a live wire.
The ache in my bad leg is so faint it hardly registers. There are so many more things to feel.
Like my breasts. They’re full and tender. And this bra has got to go. I peel off my top, fling it into a corner, and send my bra sailing after.
Out of nowhere, Killian plunges between me and the window, snatching the curtains closed.
“No.” I slap his hand and go for the fabric.
“You’re not giving a show to whoever walks past,” he growls.
“I want to see the moon.”
He’s tense, and he grabs my wrists so I can’t pull the curtains back open, but his voice is conciliatory when he says, “I know, shy girl. Next time, I’ll take you out to the old dens, okay?”
Yes. That’s where I’m supposed to be. Deep in the woods behind the old quarry. Surrounded by bark and brush and moss. Stone and soil. Running water and the hum of winged insects and croak of bullfrogs in the rushes.
That’s the right place.
“Take me there now.” I turn, and he’s right there. So close. So sweet smelling. I brush my nose across his pecs, listening to his heart pound. Ka-thunk. I remember the sound, but it’s fainter in my memory. He was smaller then.
“I can’t,” he says. “It’s not safe without scouting first. I’d need other males to guard us.”
“Okay. Go get males.”
He chuckles, gently prying my fingers off of the curtain. “I wouldn’t be able to tolerate other males around you like this.”
“Like how?”
“You’re in heat.”
“No, I’m not. Heat hurts.”
His eyes crinkle in sadness. “No, baby. It doesn’t.”
But I’m nodding. “Yes, it does. It’s the most awful pain you’ll ever feel.” My eyes brim with tears.
I tug my hand from his and wander back to my nest. I don’t want to think about it. The memory of the blackberry patch pierces the muzzy languor in my brain, and I don’t want to go back to reality. I want this. Even if it’s foolish. Even if I shouldn’t.
I expect Killian to follow like he has been, but he stays at the window, although his eyes track me.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he says.
No. I don’t want to go down that path. It’s ugly, and I’ll remember, and I’ll hurt. That’s not what I want. I unbutton my skirt, letting it drop to the floor, twisting my waist. That feels better.
I peel off my panties, too, and stretch my arms way over my head, arching my back. Now I can breathe.
Killian’s wolf rumbles. I smile. I like him. He has never betrayed me.
The air in the room is thickening, and it’s a heady scent, like incense. Toffee and sweets fresh from the oven. My tummy growls.
“I need to feed you,” Killian murmurs, his gaze riveted on my body, raking down the slopes of my breasts, feasting on the slight swell of my belly, the curve of my hips. He scans my legs, and the scars are nothing to him-instantly dismissed-as his eyes travel past my knees all the way to my bare toes.
His cock is hard, and his wolf is loud in his chest.
He wants me. Which is right. As it should be.
I absently rub the throbbing behind my breastbone and climb into my nest, graceful for once because the stiffness in my leg is gone. My body is strong. The heat in my veins is powering me, charging me like streaks of purple lightning in an electrical storm. I’m a force. I can sway nature; I know it in my bones.
I kneel in my soft pile and smile at my mate. “Come on, now.”
His eyes flash gold. He crosses the room in a blur, jerking to a halt inches from the foot of the bed. Why did he stop?
I pat the soft pillow next to me.
His shoulders bunch, and he grimaces as if he’s straining against himself.
And then it’s like someone flickers the lights on and off in rapid succession. He’s standing; he’s in mid-motion. His fangs glint; he’s gritting his blunt white teeth. And there’s a terrible sound-a garbled howl that rattles the dresser and the mirror on the wall.
I scramble to the headboard, huddle as small as I can, my power gone. Something’s wrong.
He flip-shifts so quickly I can’t track it. He becomes a blur. His naked body is a mirage.
And then it’s over. He’s standing as a man, panting, hands clenched. Trembling.
I wait a few seconds, but when he stays in human form, I slowly crawl to him. My wolf wants a closer sniff. She needs to know her mate is still in there.
He groans, balling his fists so tightly, all the veins in his arms pop. “You’re gonna make me suffer, aren’t you, shy girl?”
Yes, it’s good that he’s suffering, even though I can’t recall exactly why. My heartbeat’s calming down. The receding fear allows more feelings to flow through me-excitement, satisfaction, an exquisite anticipation.
I’ve never felt this amazing. Neither has my wolf. She’s inhabiting me, melded in my muscle and blood, pure spirit. We’re together in this. We need the same thing.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?