The Alpha's Rejected Mate: The Mate He never Wanted

An unexpected heat

KARENSA

It took a week before I finally understood that they weren't the cannibals I was told they were. They were normal, just like us. Émeric wasn't like the other Alphas I met. He was so unlike Gervais, that devil's incarnate. He helped me shift into my wolf and showed me there was much more to a wolf than a title.

Omegas were treated well in his pack. Unlike mine, they were scarce. Any family that had an Omega was cared for like royalty.

“This is how to hold your sword, Rensa,” Émeric whispered in my ear. The cold caress of his whisper made me shiver as I struggled not to react to his closeness.

He was standing behind me with his left hand placed on the small of my back while he tried to guide me on how to use a sword.

I have been practising for days now since I could walk without falling on my face. Émeric was hell-bent on teaching me how to self-defence. Though I wasn't a hybrid like he was, he thought I had magic coursing through my veins. Absurd if you ask me.

“Concentrate,” he whispered once more.

It tempted me to yell at him for his words. How the hell did he expect me to concentrate with his proximity? His warm breath on my back and his hard chest made it impossible for me to focus!

“Lift the sword like this.” He showed me exactly how he wanted me to hold it. “When you perfect this, I will get a small dagger for you. It will be beneficial, trust me.”

I wanted to laugh his words off, but I recalled Gervais. He was part of the reasons for this training. Even in a strange, friendly place, I never forgot my thirst for revenge.

“Where is your mind at, Karensa?” He placed his right palm on my hands, which were holding the sword like my life depended solely on it. It had been close to two weeks since I started the lesson, and I had yet to learn how to use the sword. I had only mastered the art of combat, but not with an Alpha.

“Do you want to have a break?” He whispered again. This time, instead of shaking my head like I did at his previous questions, I turned to look at him. My eyes locked with his black ones in a heated stare.

My breath hitched, and I unconsciously licked my bottom lip. I knew it was crazy to feel this way for him, but I found my body craving his touch. It started three days ago when I caught him half-naked. Since then, I'd been having baffling thoughts about him.

Now, looking at his full lips, I felt the urge to rise on tiptoe and kiss him. I was only scared of what might happen should I do that. Émeric had not indicated that he liked me. It could all be in my head. His eyes went to my lip before he did something I least expected.

He lowered his head and kissed me. Shivers went through my body the moment his lips touched mine. I felt the spark I had always overheard from the housemaids.

I moaned when his tongue snaked out to lick my lips. With my mouth open, he slid his tongue in, wrapping his hands around my waist, and brought me closer. I threw all caution to the wind as I embraced him, moaning shamelessly as his tongue waltzed around mine. I curled my toes, feeling a throb in my p***y. I had never felt this way before, so hot and eager for…

I pushed him off me when a certain thought came to mind.

“Karensa?” Confused, he tried to touch me, but I stepped back, frantically shaking my head.

“I need to go.” Before he could stop me, I turned and ran back to my room. I felt extremely guilty about my actions.

I slammed my door shut and hurried over to my bed, where I sat down. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as I glanced at the door.

What did I just do? How could I let him kiss me?

I slowly rubbed my bottom lip. I was aware that Gervais wouldn't mind should he know I kissed a man. I was only guilty of my actions because of Émeric. He had yet to find his mate. I shouldn't take his pity for affection.

I relaxed on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the thought running through my mind. Despite my self-justification, I still had this urge to return to the training area and kiss Émeric senseless. As the only man who had ever been kind to me, I couldn't help the attraction I felt towards him.

Suddenly, I noticed a change in the air. Even before the hotness started, I knew what it was. My heat. It was quite unusual for it to start two weeks after the last one, but I realized why. I had already found my mate and inhaled his pheromones. My body felt it was time to mate, get marked and knocked up, not knowing I was far from my supposed mate.

I rose from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, prepared to fight through the heat. I filled the bath and shed my clothes before I got in. A sigh left my mouth at the cool feeling. The icy water could only stop the hotness for a moment.

A minute later, my body became increasingly hot, hotter than it was when I stepped into the tub. The cold water even turned warm.

My p***y clenched, and my breasts became rock-hard. My body felt sensitive to the point that I was moaning at the feel of the water between my legs.

“f**k!” I bit down hard on my bottom lip, groaning as I pleaded for this to stop. I writhed in the bath, gasping when the feeling became intense. My stomach clenched tight, and it felt like my p***y was on fire.