REJECTED BY THE MATEUpdated at Oct 7, 2025, 09:43
“Ella! You are mine. Your body, your soul, every part of you belongs to me,” Alpha Marcus said.
“You were written for me! You can run as far as you want, but in the end, I’ll find you… because you were made for me.”
Ella was struggling to breathe, tears burning her eyes. Her heart hurt because she knew Marcus was with another woman. Yet he was her mate—the one the Moon Goddess bound her to. Still, he pushed her away, even though everyone feared him. She hated him. But she had also seen the good inside him. She drank until she was dizzy, and somehow, her feet carried her to Marcus’s room.
She stepped inside, but he wasn’t there. She moved to the bathroom—and froze. He was in the jacuzzi, his huge muscles gleaming with drops of water.
Marcus reached for the towel hanging near him and said coldly,
“Ella, what are you doing here?”
Her legs were unsteady, and her voice shook.
“Why are you punishing me like this? I’m beautiful. I’m desirable. How can you not want me?”
Marcus realized she was drunk. He scooped her into his arms, his voice edged with worry.
“Are you okay?”
He leaned in so close she thought she might stop breathing. She felt like she was about to break.
She turned to leave, tears spilling down her cheeks. But before she could take a step, Marcus trapped her between his arms, his hands pressed against the wall on either side of her. Their eyes locked. Neither of them could swallow the knot in their throats.
Something wild and addicting pulsed between them.
He whispered, his voice low and rough,
“You need to stay here, Ella.”
Her gaze dropped to his half-parted lips. Forbidden thoughts raced through her mind, her breathing heavy and uneven.
“I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate,” she said, her voice breaking.
He shook his head, disbelief hardening his stare.
“Stop this nonsense.”
Her chest ached.
“You don’t believe me?” she asked bitterly.
She shoved him with all the strength she had, trying to escape. But before she could reach the door, he caught her and pinned her back against the wall.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her heart was beating like crazy—but his heart for her was louder, stronger. And when their lips finally met, it felt like tomorrow didn’t exist.
His tongue moved against hers—fast, soft, electric. A storm of new feelings crashed over her. Both of them closed their eyes, lost in it.
She leaned into the kiss, surprising him, then traced her tongue over his bottom lip.
Marcus pulled back, breathing hard. His voice was stern.
“You’re not even eighteen yet… I still see you as a child. This can’t happen.”