Rejected by my Rival Alpha

CHAPTER TWO

Amelia

Mate.

Mate.

Mate?

How on earth-

I take a step back, on pure instinct. I feel my wolfs protest, I can feel her restrain, her need to be close to him.

My heart pounds in my ribcage, and for some damn reason, I cant take my eyes off his.

“Hey, weren’t you that girl we saw who was in that fight with those other chicks earlier ?” Laughs the guy with the Aussie accent. “You’re a mates a feisty one huh, Ethan?”

Shame rises from the pit of my stomach. I can’t believe I have a mate, I can’t believe how hot he is, and I can’t believe he caught what is now one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to me ever! I lower my gaze, but he’s still staring straight at me. I can feel it through the mere strength of his presence. I can feel my cheeks burning. My embarrassment doesn’t seem to be fazing him though, he etches closer and closer to me, his presence thinning the air I desperately need to breathe.

“What’s your name?” Coming from him, it doesn’t even sound like a question. The timbre of his voice finds a delicate weight between my legs.

“A-Amelia” I reply. I can feel his wolf growling.

He’s angry, but why?

“Amelia, look at me.” I dare not, but I do, and then I can’t stop.

He’s tall. Too tall for someone of his build, but something back it still seems so right.

I’d never been so attracted to anyone in my life, but with him, it felt like if he didn’t touch me now I’d die from suffocation but I simultaneously wanted to push him away because with every step he took towards me I automatically took a bitter step back.

His lips curl up in a smile.

He likes that I’m afraid of him.

Sadistic, much?

My back is to the wall.

“No more room to run?”He lifts his eyebrows, sporting an arrogant smile. He finally has me cornered. What does he want to do? He can’t really do anything, all his friends are,here.

The atmosphere changes, I'm no longer scared.

His eyes lock with mine, his wolf hungry. I can sense it, my wolf... obedient.

“Let's go somewhere private.” He commands, taking my hands in his and leading me away. In the middle of the crowd, my gaze catches on Olivia, Roselyn and Becky, each of them wide eyed as they regard me. I see the tall blonde, her face filled with shock, twisted in an ugly frown, seething with rage. I hug Ethan's arm, frightened by her glare. He's confused at first, but it doesn't take him long to figure out the reason once he catches the girl's menacing face.

For some reason, he stops, smiles, and lifts me into the air, cradling me in his arms. No one has ever put me in their arms before. Pulling me closer to him, I could get lost in his scent. I catch him smirking right at Blondie, with the same arrogant look he seems to always wear. He's so different from me. I shy away from trouble, but it's obvious he likes to seek it out.

It feels as though everyone has stopped to stare.

It’s nerve wracking. And nothing like the feeling of the hateful glares I’d gotten used to all my life. But.. envy?

“Is that Prince Ethan’s mate?”

“No way!”

Prince?

My body stiffens in his grip.

My mate…is The Prince?

His wolf growls as he continues to carry me, while we—or rather, he—walks to our destination. The cocky smile he wore as we left the building turns into a frown, his brows furrowing on his face. He seems uncomfortable. He must have noticed my confusion because his eyes dart to me and back, and then he sighs.

“You, Amelia…?”

“Mitchel,”I say, and he nods.

“Okay, Amelia Mitchell, the scent of your heat-” he laughs, flustered, and suddenly I notice that his hardened groin has been poking at my stomach.

I'm doing this to him. Me.

My otherwise silent wolf yips triumphantly. I don't know if I can ever get used to having another consciousness inside of me. We reach his car, and he gets in and starts the ignition, driving away.

He's bouncing his foot and cracking his neck. Agitated by the scent of my heat. I try to calm him down by touching him. The look he gives me makes me almost regret it and immediately retract my hands from his arm.

“f**k it,” he stops the car abruptly and starts to take off his suit jacket, then his tie, and unbuttons the white collar shirt. It hugs him perfectly, exposing the silhouette of his perfectly toned muscles and his chiseled pectorals underneath. I have a hunger to lick the sweat that glistens, dripping over his hard and veiny neck to the bare surface of his chest. And something tells me I'll get the chance as he leans forward and kisses me.

During a sleepover one time at Olivia's, she insisted, like girls do, that we kiss to practice. It was like swapping saliva, and I hated it. It wasn't like anything I had imagined from watching movies.

When Ethan kisses me, it feels like my chest, my breasts, my stomach, my p***y—everything from the inside out—is burning with need. His tongue brushes mine in strong, smooth motions as his hands move towards my chest.

He tugs at my clothing, ripping at fabric and pulling my dress off as she pulls me over the centre console, my bare flesh over his dark boxer briefs.

Anxiety eats at me, “I’ve never…”

His thumb brushes over my lower lip, as he stares into my eyes, stealing my breath with the intensity behind his gaze.

“I’ll be gentle.” He holds my stare, “Will you trust me?”

“Yes.”

My wolf is in approval.

“I’ll take care of you.” He says, leaning forward and stealing my next breath in his. His hands trail down my body, his fingers digging into the skin and tugging on whatever flesh he can find.

“Oh,” I moan, pulling myself from his kiss. The shock of pleasure from his hands on my n*****s almost has me convulsing.

“God, oh my God,” I can't even stop myself, I can't even think. He bites my neck, and I'm completely lost in his scent. I open my legs, presenting myself, and he accepts my gesture, sliding his hands in between my thighs, pulling my panties to the side as he sticks his fingers inside me.

“Oh baby, you're so wet for me. You wasted absolutely no time soaking your panties for me,” He grates.

I shy away from him.

“Don't be like that, baby. I'm hard for you too. Here,” he says, placing my hand right above his trousers where his c**k is standing firm.

I have no idea what comes over me. All I know is I’m sliding my hands in his briefs. I move them up and down his erection, and he groans in pleasure, not expecting it. The feel of his fingers still in me, on my breasts, the sounds of his moans, it comes so unexpectedly and I burst at the seams.

Slowly, he pulls away from me, reclining his seat back.

“We should... protect…”This was so embarrassingly uncomfortable.

He sits up. “Amelia, we're wolves. You are my mate. We aren't humans. We're practically married, and I need pups.”

Pups?

Me, pups?

“Do you trust me, Amelia? I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you trust me?”

I stare at him a bit longer. The wolf inside me, she wants this. I had a feeling that if I said no, she would never forgive me. Nothing about this made sense, but did anything ever? "You're a wolf, Amelia, not a f*****g human. Grow some balls," that's how Olivia got me to go for this party.

My wolf, she was awake now. The tears I felt before, maybe this was what I really wanted—to have a family, to be a wolf. It was what every wolf wanted. How could I be any different?

“We'll go slow,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. He gently lowers me, flipping us over. His lips don’t leave mine, as he claims me as his, taking and exploring parts of me I’ve shared with no one else.

I cant tell where I start, nor where he does, our bodies connect as one. It’s the most bittersweet pain, the most mind numbing pleasure. I loose myself in it. In him.

“You're beautiful.”

“You're perfect”

“I love you.”

He loves me?

He loves me.

Tears spring out the corners of m eyes.

He kisses them away.

“Hold on to me. I’ve got you.”

And so I do.

And he did.

It was everything I could have ever imagined and more.

I found my mate.

I found my mate.