Rejected by my Mate, Claimed by the Alpha King

CHAPTER 12

~ SELENA ~

"Please give him back control so our humans can sort it out. Please"

Deon sighs, considers Lyka’s words, then closes his eyes and hands control back to Damian. When he opens them again, they're green, and Lyka also hands the reign over to me.

"I'm sorry," Damian says in a quiet voice, bowing his head.

"Hey, hey, hey. There's no need to feel sad or sorry," I said, reaching for his face and lifting his head. It's not your fault. Everyone has a bad day from time to time. There's no need to apologize for that. You were angry and frustrated, and you just lost control. I won't hold that against you. Let's get you cleaned up, and then we'll talk about it tomorrow."

He heads to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and I turn my back and walk toward the mirror, where I see my towel stained with blood and part of my neck as well.

Guess I'll have to take another shower after all, I say to myself.

"Go and join him," Lyka says.

"I can't. What if he doesn't want to?"

"Oh, please. I'm sure he'll want to. Besides, he's your mate, and I'm pretty sure he has imagined you without clothes more than a hundred times."

"Okay, if you say so. At least we'll save water," I say as my excuse for going to join him.

"Yeah, right. Save water. Hmmm hmmm."

I end our conversation and, timidly, walk toward the bathroom door. I open it and hear the shower running, indicating that Hayden is still in there and hasn't been there for long. I take the towel off and draw the curtains. Hayden turns around, and his eyes rake over my body. When his gaze moves to my face, his eyes are black with lust. He adjusts himself under the shower so the water hits me too.

We look at each other for goddess knows how long, and before I know it, we start making out again. I feel all the emotions he's trying to put into the kiss; the passion, need, want, and also shame and guilt. I get the feeling that he's still feeling guilty about letting his wolf take over and about me being a bit scared. We break apart and press our foreheads together. The only sounds are the water pouring and our breathless gasps as we try to get air into our lungs.

I place my hands on his face and raise his head so I can look him in the eye.

"It's not your fault your wolf took over, and stop feeling guilty for something you have no control over. You can't solve every problem, and you can't put everyone's problems on your shoulders."

He sighs, relaxes his shoulders, and replies, "I can and I have to. I'm the alpha and the king of all werewolves, and I am responsible for everyone and-"

"But that is also why you have me by your side. I will not allow you to burden yourself with everyone's problem," I cut him off.

"One day at a time, 'kay?"

"Okay," he replies.

"So now tell me what happened when you were mindlinked."

"So Scott had been patrolling the western side of our borders when he smelled an unusual scent. He said it wasn't rogue and it wasn't a pack member's scent."

"The scent was masked," I say, and he nods his head.

"So when Scott mindlinked me, he and some pack warriors had followed the scent, which led here, and it was the scent of the guy who tried to kidnap you.

They saw him running into the woods and ganged up on him, catching him. They were taking him to the cells by the time I got there, and they tried to interrogate him, but then he wouldn't talk to anyone, so we had to use wolfsbane and silver to torture him before he finally spoke. He said he had heard that I had found you and that you possess great power, and others like him will come for you. I got so annoyed, and Scott had to stop me from killing him. Because Deon and I were so pissed at what he said, Deon took over, and I shifted, took off toward the woods. When I calmed down a bit, I shifted, but then Deon was still in control. I tried to take back more control, but then he absorbed my skin side, and I became trapped within myself.

I came into the room and saw you in the shower, and my wolf wanted so much to come there and mate you, but then I was finally able to convince him that you're not ready for this. Now here we are, and with the images he's putting in my head, it's taking a lot of willpower not to mate you this second."

"Then why don't you?" I try to tease.

“Selena, please don't test me," he says in a strained voice.

He's trying so hard to restrain himself because his eyes flash between gold, green, and black.

"Okay, then let's try to know ourselves better. Just to take your mind off things," I suggest.

"Are you suggesting we play 20 questions?" he asks coyly.

"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it."

"Okay, start."

"What's your full name?"

"Damian Cameron White. Yours?"

"Selena Rose Hale"

"Favourite colour?" he asks.

"Violet. You?"

"Blue-grey. Like your eyes," he says, and I start to blush and bend my head downward. He laughs at this and raises my head to peck my forehead.

For a moment, it feels like we're a normal couple getting to know each other without this crazy madness going on right now. For a moment, I feel... human. But that's all in my head.

A few minutes of talking back and forth, laughter, and some shared secrets, I actually get to know a lot about him, like his hobbies, which he claims he has none, and his passion, which is drawing. I also get to know more about his family, especially his parents. His dad is Jackson White, and his mom is Phoebe White, the alpha and luna before us.

When he talks about his parents, I can see the happiness shining in his eyes. He really does love his parents. His face even starts to brighten when he starts talking about his siblings, Hayley, Holden, and Hope.

Soon, the water starts to turn cold, and we step out of the shower. He wraps me in a clean towel and wraps himself in one as well. In the shower, I didn't really study him, but right now, by a few glances, he's quite big.

I start to wonder how he'll be able to fit inside of me when we mate, and this makes me overthink and panic. I am drawn out of my thoughts by Damian taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. He sits me down on the bed and walks toward the closet, where he takes clothes for us. A few minutes later, he returned, clothed and with a big, loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts for me. He helps me get dressed and uses my towel to dry my hair.

When he's done, I check the time by the drawer and see that it is 10 minutes to 12, meaning we had been in the bathroom for nearly 2 hours. We get in bed, and he spoons me from behind while I get comfortable and place my head on his chest. We make a little chit chat about things, and soon I doze off to sleep.