His Forbidden Mate

Rejection

~Louis’s POV~

I f****d Michelle…

Fuck.

I f****d her for hours. That was the reason she was out for two days!

If I felt so much pain just with a kiss, then what would she have been through?

I was about to rip my heart out. I was ready to kill myself instead of suffering but her… Why the f**k did I never try to learn about the werewolf mate bond?

“We both don’t want to do anything with each other..." Her whispers reached my ears.

Her eyes were still teary, but her voice didn't reflect the pain that her eyes did.

I don't understand why I feel that, but I kinda have a feeling that whatever she's about to stay, won't be pleasing for me.

"Why don’t we reject each other and move forward to the next step? It could be you handing me over to your people who want to make me suffer or I going back to my place. Anything. Though I know I won't be leaving this place alive,” She sternly said.

Her honey eyes were glaring at me. Tears were still threatening to fall out of her eyes but she was quick to wipe them away.

I could hear her heart beating way too loudly at the mention of rejection. I knew it was going to affect her but me…?

Why does it feel like my heart is in denial?

Like it’s pushing back… begging me not to do this. It actually... hurts. I didn't think it would, but it does. It feels like rejecting her would break something inside me.

Like I’d be choosing a lifetime of emptiness on my own.

I wanted to reject her. This is what I planned to do right after she wakes up, so why the hell does it feel like I’m the one who’ll fall apart if I say the words?

She scoffed, “Oh, so you want to make me suffer more by f*****g others? You did it already. I won’t let you put me through the same pain again."

Tears in her disappered, and I could only see fury in her eyes.

She inhaled sharply, "But before anything else, you should know that I didn’t enjoy what I did. It disgusted me. It made me feel like a w***e who clung to every man’s shoulder but hers. I still want to chop my own lips. I thought my first kiss was for my mate, but I was way too wrong. It was for his brother.”

Her first kiss?

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter…”

I took a step in her direction, again closing the distance between us, and placed my hands on the wall, capturing her between my arms.

“How old are you?” I asked while looking directly into her eyes.

“T-twenty,” She whispered.

Twenty and never kissed anyone before?

I heard mates hold a very special place in the life of werewolves, but that doesn’t mean all of them stayed virgins before meeting their mates. But Aliyah… She didn’t even kiss until…

The thought of spoiling her first kiss and letting the precious thing slip out of my hands triggered me so bad that I punched the wall, making Aliyah jump in terror.

My head was clouded with rage and all I wanted to do was kill Samuel. He could have said no… f**k it, he wasn’t even allowed to go near her! I will freaking rip him apart.

A gasp reached my ears and I saw Aliyah gripping the side of her dress and struggling to breathe while tears shed from her eyes like a downpour. What was happening to her?

She was unable to breathe and her chest just kept moving up and down. She could neither speak nor blink her eyes. She just kept staring at me with wide teary eyes.

Wait, was she having a panic attack?

“What’s wrong with you? Breath.”

I shook her by her shoulders and soon she started taking deep breaths. Since when does she get panic attacks? Or did I ruin her so much that she came to this point?

She placed her hands on my shoulders for support, but the second her fingers brushed the bare skin of my neck, a shiver punched straight through me.

Not fear. Not shock. It was pleasure.

Warm, greedy waves shot through my body, tightening my every nerve, especially the ones I shouldn’t be reacting with. My heart slammed against my ribs, my body responding faster than my mind could catch up.

Before I even realised it, I dragged her closer, my arms locking around her waist, holding her like she was the only thing keeping me alive.

Though she was tall, she still looked small against me. Her soft and warm breath fanned against my neck, which made me hiss but in pleasure.

I never felt this good before… Never with anyone have I felt so many emotions at once. The need to care, protect, and love her till my last breath was never there for anyone but today… Holding her makes me feel like I can burn the world for her.

But no. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

This ain’t right. She was the reason Abel was dead and an exception in our kind. She wasn’t supposed to be a hybrid. A hybrid wasn’t supposed to exist, but why the f**k even after knowing all of this, do I still want to keep her safe? What the f**k was happening to me?

Her soft sounds made me feel a stronger sensation in my chest and d**k, and despite knowing I would do something I would regret later, I still dared to look at her face.

Her big honey eyes were still teary and swollen as well. Her eyes looked red and puffy and her cheeks were stained with tears. And her lips… They looked dry yet… Kissable.

Her tiny face between my big palms and her pouty dry lips caught my attention so badly that I ended up closing the little distance between us.

Her lower lip was trapped between mine, soft and warm, and the moment I tasted her, something inside me snapped.

She tasted too damn good. She just didn't have the prettiest honey skin, but she was also sweet like honey, fresh like flowers, I didn’t think I even deserved it.

I couldn’t stop. And I didn’t want to.

I kept sucking and teasing her lips, slow at first, then deeper, until her little moans started slipping out. It was addictive.

My hands went down her waist, gripping her butt where her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently, and that single touch made my entire body tighten with need.

Hearing her moans made my jeans tighten and I gripped her waist. I want to seal this moment as long as it lasts.

Tingles erupted in my whole body, and my d**k started to throb in my pants. Wherever she touched, a spark ignited in my body that went straight to my heart, making it alive. But this wasn’t enough… I wanted more.

I kept moving my lips softly against her and pinned her against the wall. Her hands found their way inside my dripping t-shirt and I instantly found myself shivering.

What the hell was she doing with me?

I didn't want to stop. I... I just wanted to have her right here. Right now.

I was about to pick her up in my arms, ready to feel the warmth between her legs, but she suddenly yelped and instantly pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathing heavily against her flushed cheeks.

I know what I was doing was wrong, and I would suffer the consequences of my actions, but I don’t want to stop here. Not when I knew she was mine. Not when I just tasted her alluring essence.

“I-I…”

Before she could complete her sentence, her head fell back and she blacked out in my arms.