Claimed By The Wolfless Alpha

13.

His hands left my hand, and he cupped my cheeks, bringing his face closer to mine as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"You can't reject, Anisa. Not again. You said I have been rejected once, and you think it is fair to reject me again without giving me a chance?"

"I want to go home. I have a sick mother who has no one..."

"Rejecting me won't get you home. As you can see, it didn't work," he breathed, his hands shaking.

My head was fuzzy. I couldn't make out all the emotions crashing into me. I want to hug him and tell him everything will be fine. At the same time, I want to push him away and reject him over and over until I get home.

"I do not belong here."

“You do. You came here for a reason. You are mine, Anisa.”

“I'm not. I don't even know what all this is. I have no idea how I got here. It makes no sense whatsoever. I do not belong here…”

"You are my mate. You belong right here with me!" He snapped, peeling his hand from my cheeks.

"You can't forcefully keep me here when I don't want you..."

"You don't want me as a mate? Am I not enough? Not capable? Not built in a way you like your man to be? What is it you want, Anisa?" He roared angrily.

A sob escaped my lips. I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. I don't like the anger on his face, or the sadness seeping through me, as though it is a flickering tornado on its own waiting to explode. I didn't like the way Elian kept shaking.

He had long left the bed and was pacing back and forth now, his hand constantly going back and forth on his head.

My emotions were conflicted, and I didn't know which one to lean to. Which one to embrace. I need to get back home, that is the most rational thing to do. But why do I want to stay? Why do I want to be around a man I had only met yesterday? Why the desperate urge to wipe away his pain, his sadness? Why the desperation to make him… mine? I sighed, making up my mind. This is insanity. Staying here is not an option. So I did what I knew how to do best. Hurt people.

"You just proved to me even more that I do not belong here. You always yell, and you have anger issues,” lame excuses compared to the circumstances that made him react that way. But it was the only thing I knew how to hold onto. “I don't want someone like you; at least, I do not plan on accepting you as a mate, as you call it. Elian, I reject you as my mate!" I snapped.

It happened so quickly before I could figure out what was going on. Elian was not pacing anymore, instead, he towered above me, his strong hands pinning me against the bed as I lay on my back. He was panting so hard, his breath fanning my face, and the intoxicating scent of his I had attributed to Tacos and Burritos filling my senses. His body was shaking more and more, and for a moment, I thought I saw blisters appear on his skin. How?

"Your rejection won't work," he smiled like a loon. "That is no way to reject a mate." The look in his eyes was scary, yet, at the same time, it was making me feel hot all over.

Of course, Belinda didn't reject him this way. She called his full name, then called hers as well before pronouncing the rejection.

"I, Anisa Moussa, reject you, Elian Amir Abdu, as my mate and partner. I do not wish to have anything to do with you, and I set you free from this curse called mate bond." I pronounced with as much seriousness as I could muster.

Hurt flashed in his eyes. Pure, undiluted hurt that I'd seen nothing like, and needed no one to tell me what the look meant.

However, I didn't want to dwell on that part. I just want this rejection of a thing to work so I can go home. Or perhaps, if this was a dream, I want to wake up and find that none of it had happened.

That I was never in a book.

But the feelings, the pull I felt was nothing but real. Every single thing I felt was real, and I knew that for certain.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but human rejection is different. You can't reject me the same way Belinda did because you are not a werewolf." Elian said, almost too calmly for my liking. But there was this underlying rage, this underlying anger he seemed to struggle to keep in check.

"Then..."

"First, I'll do something, and you tell me if you felt nothing from it. If..." He paused, swallowing before he continued. "If it meant nothing to you."

"What..." My words died in my throat as he tenderly placed his lips on mine.

Slow. Soft. Very sweet. It started gently, as a gentle tug of my lips with his. I wanted to savor the taste of him, to focus on the pleasure the simple movement of his kiss was causing me at the pit of my stomach, to taste the unpredictable taste of his tongue and test the sharp contours of his teeth.

His lips played with mine, nibbling, stroking, soft, then hard. However, I didn't move. I still kept my arms laying on the sides. If he thought doing this would make me stay, then he was wrong.

The kiss went on and on...only because I wanted to see how far he planned to go on with this. As much as I wasn't touching him, Elian wasn't touching me as well, only his lips were doing the trick. The kiss went on until I no longer felt the touch just on my mouth. I could somehow feel it all over my body. My body shook, felt weak and I thought my knees were going to buckle beneath me. However, a moment later, when his fingers lightly brush on my bare arms, I shivered, an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

It felt wrong. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this. I didn't know him. He was a stranger. One that looked as though he was about to take advantage of me the first time we had met. And yet, I wanted it all. And I wanted more of it.

Elian suddenly stopped, then slowly peeled his lips from mine. It felt empty, and the once warm feeling I had felt was replaced with cold waves upon waves.