REJECTED BY HER FATED ALPHA

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

"So, what are you here for?" She asked the visitor.

That time, Celine was dressed in a pink lingerie, which she did not even wear completely. She was the type that hated dressing fully, because she never would vote for heat, or bad odour.

When Celine held onto herself, trying to prevent being touched, the visitor revealed his mission and confronted her.

"I have come here to tell you the reason you were born and why you are to leave here soon!" The man explained with a retorting shout.

“Wonderful!” Celine adored him, rather sarcastically.

He boldly looked at her, and said, “Hmm, before I can give you any outline of my directives, you have to let me taste the sweetness under your pants.”

"Will you shut it right there!" I cut him short.

"Well, you can't shut me up at this moment because I'm drunk and yet, still strong and reasonable.”

“Don't do this to me…” Celine began to plead.

“The only thing that can save you from my killing you or devouring your flesh is to offer your sweetness to me now!” He reiterated stubbornly.

“Okay, how can I give you some other sweetness, like more liquor or something…” Celine then asked him, seeming as though she never understood what he was saying.

"Gosh, you're very funny!” the man remarked, and grinned brutishly.

"How, please? Can you just leave my house now?!" The agressive lady beckoned.

Celine would try all her efforts to avoid this strange and shameless visitor! She never would allow anything to add her bad feeling, which was mixed with the troubles of her fate.

"I cannot leave your house until I know how sweet you are and can be, to my future mentor!” He stated.

What the being was speaking from his mouth sounded too harsh and demanding!

"Alright, do you need one of my private bodies…?" Celine asked him slowly and disgustingly.

"Now you're talking, but I still have to see and sip that fruit under your pants, you know?" The man explained.

It was like he expected Celine to quickly understand all what he was saying, but how would she? Someone who never saw or met him before anywhere?

How could Celine know everything about sweetness?

"The fruit you are talking about is for someone else, please,” she pleaded, but with hints of real displease.

The only fear Celine had was death or severe injury, from the man's hands, because he was holding with him some very harmful and lethal weapons, which were all tied around his back!

Was he an assassin? Or, was he a stupid lone wolf, sent on a mission to truncate her life?

How could Celine free herself from this demanding stranger?

"I must taste both of them…the boobs, and that fruit underneath you!" he bluntly repeated himself.

“Wait..!” Celine stopped him, having grown a feeling of disgust.

Ever since I became a matured lady, she detested hearing sexually explicit words and expressions from men.

"What do you want to say, before I kill you?!" The man asked me, but in a serious and polite manner.

Celine stared at him for a few seconds and said, “nothing, you're free!" turned against my proposed utterance and came clear to silly submission to his request.

"That's very great of you, my darling!" The man remarked, and in a flash, he was up from her bed in which he had been sleeping, since then.

Very tightly and inhumanely, the man grabbed Celine by her waist and pushed her into the bed as he made for the door.

Upon shutting the door, the man suddenly looked at her with his strange blue eyes to show he was a monstrous beast, or just another powerful creature, in the form of a human.

"Sir, I understand, so please stop showing it again!” Celine remarked fearfully, having noticed the very blue eyes in his socket.

Dwelling on how that kind of experience terrified her, and so, I stopped any further manifestation.

"My darling, what is your name?" He asked her.

"Bianca Celine…” she was about to finish her reply, when she was interrupted.

"Oh, the bee earned a car?"

“No, don't say myth or legend please!” Celine retorted angrily.

Old fiction did not make sense to her either, it scared her more than anything else I could think of.

"Such a coward!"

"Be careful with your words, master!" Celine shouted at him, actually in reproof.

"Are you ready now?" He asked me, deliberately shunning what I rebuked him for.

"Yes!” She replied unwillingly.

Next, Celine closed her both eyes and quickly used a few minutes to carefully think about her fate. She thought she was going to lose her feminine pride finally, at the particular time she should not do, at all.

She was well too young for that in her early twenties!

"Remove your lingerie now!" The beast wolf commanded her.

"Oh... Okay master!”

Immediately Celine finished the whole process, she managed to escape. Her thought was that the beast had been the same Dave, who ran away from her.

When she got a place to settle her mind at, she held her hand to her chin and mulled over him, Dave. His background, according to him, was amazing and adventurous.

What made Celine eager to have him back the most was his money, fame and influence, in the real and fantasy world alike.

Dave always loved to engage in a recurrent series of recall of his life, while he was with his rich late mother.

And, whatever made him what he was, at that time he met Celine, he would reveal to her.

Dave would often recount that his name was given to him because of what befell him, then - while he was still a kid.

Mrs. Hawrie Lawrence was an innovative woman; from the experience she had in caring for Dave, she suffered a lot, and so resulted in drafting a new name for him.

Those times, parents could rename any of their children, after they must have gone through some certain processes, on which Dave often centred on when thinking back.

Dave's biological mother took him to the church where he was first named, and then she requested for a renaming. During the new ceremony, she and her husband conversed privately to finalise their decision in renaming the child.

So, Dave came out.

That was how Dave became known! He had a good name in many countries, even in America when he visited there with his deceased father.

Ever since Dave had been renamed, the family never went through times of lack any longer, like before; everything totally changed for their good.

But, what had been making him unhappy and uneasy lately, apart from his feeling of fate making him desert Celine, was her mother's soon demise. She left him three weeks after the renaming, and Dave's father, Darolly also left him, though he did not leave by death.

It was Misa, a little girl then, who then took it on herself to raise him and make the best out of him.

Being a very young woman in her late teens, Misa was gradually having a crush on Dave, especially because of his attractive and mind-blowing build-up.

Dave has soft hairs that could be swept backwards; his eyes were so attractive and blue blackish, and he also had a handsome face.

Apart from his facial qualities, Dave had become a very rich man - a billionaire with more than seven leading companies in a city, in the United Kingdom, even richer than his sponsor.

Dave often pointed to the origin of his name, whenever he was alone or with a silent person. He clearly understood that his name was actually derived from a word called 'dava' in Shanwabi language, which literally meant 'gold,' and then, that the 'ni' indicated a plural.

To Celine, Dave was going to be a multi-millionaire spouse, best called a billionaire partner!

When the money issue got to a high-levelled stat on Celine's mind, she exclaimed unknowingly and gladly.

She was going to look for him!