The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 32: A change in him

Amaya

I had no idea we were expected to have s*x in front of everyone, nearly the whole town was here, my face was burning, and I couldn’t wait for this to be over.

I half expected Clayton to enjoy my discomfort and to delight in me being forced to do this in front of an audience, but he surprised me, he had tried to protect my dignity as much as he could, even shielding me with his body as much as he was able to.

Aphrodite jolted me from my thoughts, she was beyond beautiful, she was perfection. If there was a most beautiful woman in the world, she was definitely it. She had long light-brown hair that ran down her back, stopping just short of her tailbone, her hair was a mix of soft waves and curls, catching the light like it held colours that didn’t in this world.

I could see tones and shades of all colours, from a hint of auburn, lilac, sky blue to white and more I didn’t have a name for, it was so unusual but beautiful.

Her eyes were a gorgeous almond shape and the colour of pale red and pink, her lips were as red as a ruby, her skin a soft olive skin tone that seemed to almost glow.

“Let’s marry you,” she smiled at us both. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, I felt like I was in a dream, but it was very much real.

“Amaya, do you accept Clayton Blackthorn, king, and god of werewolves and beasts, to be your mate and husband?”

I must have had a death wish because my mouth moved before my brain could stop it, and I asked, “what if I say no?” The collective gasp of the crowd let me know I did indeed have a death wish, I swear the whole room stopped breathing. One person yelled out, “how dare a lowly human slave decline a god! One of the most powerful and dangerous gods there is, it is an honour to be with him, to disrespect him will surely be the death of you, how—”

“Hush!” Ares thundered, and the man quickly sat back down.

Aphrodite said, “it is ok for her to have questions, this is a big step to take in her life after all.” Turning back to look down at me, she said, “to decline him is your choice, we will not force you. We can give you a new master, and Clayton will be punished for his crimes in another manner.”

I remembered what Hecate had threatened him from the goddess of death. I may not get along with Clayton, but he didn’t deserve that fate, no one did, and he certainly didn’t deserve being punished for my own selfish crime of getting myself pregnant, that was my sin, not his.

Swallowing, I said, “I accept Clayton Blackthorn as both my mate and my husband.”

He looked at me curiously, I don’t think he expected me to accept. If I did decline, I could escape him, and he knew that, but I wasn’t cruel or evil like him. He looked at me almost regretfully, as if I had just spoken the thoughts out loud. Could he hear my thoughts? He gave an ever so slight nod, and my cheeks grew hot. How embarrassing!

He took a hold of both my hands, and Aphrodite moved her hands over ours as she said, “I bind you both in marriage, eternal and everlasting love. May you always treat one another with love, kindness, and respect. May you always be best friends, lovers, mates.”

She handed Clayton a silver ring with a small diamond that was shaped as a wolf’s head, and he lifted my left hand and slipped the ring gently on my finger. I looked up at him and was met with him staring back into my eyes, a mix of hopefulness, tenderness, and adoration was in them.

I widened my eyes in shock. What was happening? Clayton didn’t even like me, why on earth would he ever look at me that way? Was it because he mated himself to me? Was I meant to be feeling the same way?

I literally saw the mental shift in his head, and the next look he gave me was one of rage. I guess mating yourself to someone really was a bond, it was making him feel things he didn’t want to feel, forcing him to care for me, feel for me.

When Aphrodite gave me the plain silver ring to put on Clayton, my fingers were shaking, the rage and fury in his eyes did nothing to calm my nerves. I took his hand and flinched even though he didn’t do anything, I felt that any moment he would just tear my heart out, but he didn’t.

He stayed calm and let me put the ring on his finger, and if Aphrodite said anything else, I wasn’t aware, I was lost in fear and anxiety, I wasn’t aware of anything else until I was being guided out of the hall and towards the exit.

Once we were outside and it was just the two of us, Clayton let slip his calm mask and smashed his fist through the car window. “f***k!” He yelled in anger.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Just get in the f.ucking car,” he growled. He was so angry, but I noticed when he opened the back door for me, his touch to my back was light, gentle even, and he made sure I got in safely.

When we returned home, Bliss came in five minutes later and ran over to Clayton, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so sorry they’ve forced all this on you, they don’t understand how sacred and deep it is to mate yourself to someone.”

“Oh, they know, that was the point of the punishment,” he snarled but didn’t push her away.

“What does this mean for us? Are we over?” She asked, looking up at him with big wide eyes that I was pretty sure she was putting on to make herself appear extra feminine and vulnerable to him.

I guess underneath all that rage and hostility, that even a god as wild and chaotic as Clayton was still very male because he fell for it and gently cupped her face in his hands. “No, we end when I say we do, no one makes that choice for me, not even the gods.”

She smiled up at him and stepped back, taking his hand and leading him towards the stairs. “Then let’s spend some time together.”

He followed her up to his room and I tried not to think about what they were going to do in there, it didn’t matter whether me and Clayton liked one another or not, marriage and commitment meant a lot to me, even if this had been a forcefully arranged marriage.

I didn’t want to be committed to someone unfaithful, but these were not normal circumstances so I told myself that if he wasn’t loyal to me then I had no reason to be loyal to him either, though I wasn’t sure how I would go about getting someone interested in me let alone to agree to a date, but damned was I going to sit back and let Clayton be the only one to do as he pleased. One thing had changed, I wasn’t quite the same meek and mousy slave girl he had bought.

I would also have to find someone outside the city, because everyone here would know I was Clayton’s mate now, most of the city had watched, and those who didn’t were probably friends or family members of those who did, and they’d hear all about it.

When night fell and it was time for bed, I tried to make my way to my own room, but Clayton appeared and said, “you’re not sleeping in there.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping in the same bed as my husband and his girlfriend,” I replied, both sarcastic but serious.

“You don’t want me to share a bed with Bliss anymore?” He asked. I wasn’t expecting him to ask that, but I decided to be honest and said, “no, I don’t. I think I deserve a little more respect than that.”

Clayton and I had a very up and down relationship, we were more enemies than friends. We argued, we never agreed on anything. It was very much a love-hate relationship between us. Perhaps the love part was only from my side because I knew he absolutely hated my guts, so I was shocked into silence when his eyes traveled over my face and he simply said, “ok, she doesn’t sleep in my bed anymore.”

Trying to hide my surprise, I said, “good.”

“Come on then.” He turned around and walked towards his room, and I followed him. I think part of me still didn’t quite believe he would actually go through with it, so surprise hit me again when he walked into his room and said, “go and sleep in one of the spare rooms.”

Bliss looked up at him from where she was lying in the bed and asked, “what?”

“Use one of the spare rooms to sleep in,” he repeated.

“Why?”

“Because this is my mate’s bedroom now, this room is only for me and my wife,” he answered coldly.

I felt bad for Bliss, guilt hit me hard, but if I had to be married and mated to Clayton, or anyone for that matter, then I wanted loyalty and respect even if he couldn’t stand me.

I know he needed s**x, I know he hated having to have s**x with me, and so the s**x with Bliss wouldn’t stop, so at the very least I did not want her in the same bed I had to sleep in, I think that was fair.

She got up, and as she walked by me, she went to s.lap me around the face, but Clayton caught her wrist and growled, “don’t you f.ucking touch her.”

She jerked her wrist out of his grip and snapped, “so now you care about her?!”

His face stayed cold and unreadable when he replied, “I care about the life growing inside of her.”

“But now she gets to share your bed and I don’t?”

“I’m married to her now, Bliss. To embarrass and disrespect my wife by forcing her to share a bed with my lover is to embarrass and disrespect myself. I’m not going to be one of those mates who humiliates his wife and tries to get others to join in. Why would I want to be associated with a mate that everyone thinks is a laughing stock? That would reflect back on me for being with her, so yes, while I’ve been forced into this situation and I am not happy about it, I am going to respect her in public, and if others want to live, then I suggest they do the same, including you.”

“No one will respect her when they all know she’s a slave.”

“They will act and treat her like they do, or I’ll f.ucking make sure they’re unrecognisable and begging me for death by the time I’m done with them.”

My eyes widened at his words, he was deadly serious. Even Bliss didn’t say anything else about it and instead said, “if you don’t want me, then I’m going home.”

She didn’t leave right away, I think part of her was waiting for him to ask her to stay, or at least attempt to say or do something that would show he cared, but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, cold and unreadable until she turned and left.

When he heard her leave the place and get into her car outside, he closed the bedroom door and walked to his side of the bed and climbed in.

“Get in bed, Amaya,” he said.

My heart was racing, I knew he could hear it, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it. A part of me was excited and curious, I’d never been in the bed alone with him as his mate.

Would it be different now? Especially as he seemed to be feeling something towards me since he’d claimed me, I wasn’t sure because I’d seen the rage in his eyes too, it was like one minute he was himself, and the next he was overtaken by the feelings the claim and bond was forcing him to feel.

I quietly climbed into the bed beside him, and I hid the shock I was feeling when he pulled me in against him. Turning on his side, he laid his arm just under my stomach and held my waist, held me! “Are you feeling ok?” I laughed both nervously and teasingly, Clayton’s moods could always go either one of two ways, good or really bad.

“I’m good,” he murmured and gently started kissing my neck. He had never kissed me on the lips before, and I don’t think he had ever kissed my body either, it felt good, amazing. I moaned softly, and he whispered, “do you want to f***k?”

“Do you?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

He climbed on top of me, and I thought he would do what he usually did and enter me straight away, but he didn’t. He slowly kissed his way down my body, and teasingly ran his tongue over my n.ipples until they were hard. He took turns sucking on each one, and then he continued to kiss his way down to my stomach, my sides, lower.

I gasped when he lightly kissed my p*****.. I gripped the bedsheets when he very lightly ran his tongue over the s.lit, then between it until finally, he began to lick me, using his tongue to tease my c.lit and alternating between kissing and licking it over and over until I was panting and soaking wet.

My hand went to his shoulder, and I panted, “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

Lightly laughing under his breath, he came back up and pushed himself inside of me.

He was big, and I winced in pain, he stopped moving and asked, “are you ok?”

“Yes, just give me a moment to get used to your size.”

He stayed still, and when I said, “you can move now,” he still moved slow and gentle until I was softly moaning, then he started to thrust harder and faster.

He didn’t say anything and neither did I, only our breathing becoming more breathless and our soft moans and more desperate movements giving away that we were enjoying this, that it felt good, that we were growing closer to climax until the next thrust he gave had me spilling over the edge and crying out as I bucked underneath him, my nails digging into his arms, he gave one last hard thrust, and I felt his body shudder above me as he came.

After the pleasure wore off, I quickly moved my hands away from where I’d been digging into his arms and whispered, “I’m so sorry,” I know he didn’t like me touching him, even when the s**x was more passionate, he always kept it to a more clinical and cold act, a need he had to satisfy, but he would make sure it was professional and clinical, like a job rather than something he actually wanted to do or experience with me. I know he was much more relaxed when it came to bliss.

He gently brushed my curls out of my face and murmured, “it’s ok, my love.”

My heart did somersaults when he called me that, it was the sweetest and most romantic thing I had ever heard him say, and to me! But the words seemed to break the spell for him, and he was his old self again.

He pulled away from me and climbed out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom. I could hear him cleaning himself up. I was too tired and too afraid to move though, what would happen next? Would he ignore me like I didn’t exist?

My heart sped up when he came back into the room and got into bed, but it dropped when he coldly said, “don’t get excited, Amaya, s**x is s**x to me, I don’t care whose hole I use to f.uck.”

Feeling daring, I said, “you called me your love.”

Glaring at me, he snarled, “that means f***k all, you mean nothing to me. The bond is f.ucking with my emotions, but in a few weeks it will settle and things will go back to normal, it’s the bond, not me.” He turned his back on me after that and left me lying there confused.