The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

CHAPTER 4 Mating

　　Nara

　　The Gamma is about to say something when he suddenly freezes, and his eyes glaze over. Someone is mind-linking him.

　　"Watch yourself, Nara," he warns and leaves with his daughter, but Lang pours alcohol all over my dress before joining them.

　　I feel the tears I was holding flow down my cheeks. I can't be here anymore. I wish I could leave the pack, but once patrol spots me trying to escape, they'll kill me. It was an order from the Alpha. I hate my life, but I don't want to die.

　　After going back to my room, I change my clothes and take another shower to wipe away the alcohol on my skin. I sleep on the most uncomfortable bed ever, so I prefer sleeping on the floor.

　　I take down the air mattress and get ready for bed. However, I'm awakened when I feel someone in the room. I jerk up, fear gripping me, but I immediately calm down when I see Kian.

　　"Nara, I- I was looking for you. Where d- did you go?" he asks. He's drunk and can't even talk or walk right.

　　"You are drunk. What are you doing here?" I ask, helping him balance.

　　"I wanted to see you. My wolf was begging me," he answers, looking into my eyes. He grips my waist and pulls me to him, "Nara,"

　　"What?" My voice comes out as a soft whisper. My heart is racing.

　　"I like your eyes. They are large and pretty like a deer's," he says, and then his fingers touch my throat. I always wear an emerald necklace my father gave me when I was a baby. I'd never taken it off. Once, Trisha ripped it off me and ran away with it. I cried for two days straight. It was Kian who got it back.

　　"I remember this," he says. We are standing so close, too close. Then he touches my wrist, looking pleased when he sees the bracelet he gave me. The bracelet is made of many small emerald butterflies. "You also have this," he smiles, and my heart skipped a bit. Kian is the most beautiful man out there, and his smile does something in me.

　　"I missed you, little butterfly. I miss you every day... Until I sleep," he whispers and crashes his lips on me. I don't resist and kiss him back with the same passion he's kissing me. He pushes me against the wall, raving my neck. His fingers are under my blouse, touching my breasts, n*****s. I'm making embarrassingly desperate noises.

　　"Wait, wait," I pull away to look at him. We are both panting heavily, our eyes dark with lust. "Kian, you and I need to talk about our bond and all," I say, breathless.

　　"Later, please," he begs and kisses me again. I see stars, and his scent takes over all my senses. Kian is heaven. I savor his taste as he does mine. Our tongues dance together, fighting for dominance until he wins.

　　He pushes me into the air mattress, and slides his body onto me, kissing my throat.

　　"I want you," he murmurs against my skin, kissing my collarbone down to my chest. His teeth scrape softly against my skin. It feels so good, I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Do you want me?" I don't think twice when I nod and spread my legs.

　　"You're so perfect, my butterfly,"

　　Kian kisses my lips again, his fingers going under my shirt to caress every part of me he can. My heart is beating erratically. I'd never been kissed like this, nor have I been intimate. I had wanted to wait until I found my mate. A mate to love and protect me, a mate whom I'd share all my life with, and the moon goddess has answered that prayer of mine. My body is burning with liquid fire, and my core is pulsating and getting wetter every time.

　　He takes off my pajama pants along with my undies, and I rip off his shirt. Holy moly, every male should be jealous of him. He has a flawless, god-like body with perfect muscles. How is it even possible? He sees me lurking, and he smirks.

　　"You like the view," he has an arrogant look on his face, and I blush pink, averting my gaze. His fingers resume their exploration of my body, from my inner thighs to my neck.

　　He is kissing me, appreciating me, and whispering sweet nothings. I feel like I'm going to explode with desire for this man.

　　"Hmm," I moan and cover my mouth in embarrassment.

　　"Don't. I want to hear your lovely voice,"

　　And with that, he resumes, sparking pleasure with his fingers and tongue. I let myself moan because it feels good, and I can't help it.

　　His pants are gone, and so are his boxers. Kian positions himself on my entrance, and teases for a moment,

　　"Baby, you're so wet for me." he is pleased. He pauses for a moment, and we stare at each other. I feel a sliver of fear pass through me because I heard the first time hurts, but Kian would never hurt me, right? He'd be gentle and-

　　He slams into me, and I stifle a scream. I didn't think he'd do it so quickly. I stiffen, holding my breath as a tear rolls from my eyes. It hurt so much.

　　"Breathe," he instructs, and I nod. Kian kisses my tears away and slowly pushes into me again. I grip his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin.

　　"It hurts,"

　　"I know, baby," he says gently. Kian is patient and waits, asking me to relax my muscles and when I nod, indicating I'm alright, he begins to move, burying himself deeper into me. He's huge, filling and stretching me.

　　He starts to move, slowly, and lets me adjust to his size. The pain dissipates, replaced by pleasure. Then slowly, I join him by instinct.

　　Our bodies move together in harmony. Kian is staring at me as he thrusts into me, his eyes filled with yearning that's more than just joining our bodies. He pins my wrists above my head, and his pace increases. His waist moves erotically, and I follow suit, our gazes still locked.

　　"You're so tight,"

　　I can't hold back my moans of pleasure. It feels so good. We both drowned in desire and pleasure.