Betrayed And Rejected by My Alpha Mate

CHAPTER 4

“What difference does it make?” I asked my whimpering wolf, “I've got nothing left to lose anyways.”

I'd given it all to my mate, tossing away shame and self-respect only to have my affections tossed aside like yesterday's trash turning me to such a grave object of scorn that even my own father couldn't bear the sight of.

Her rigid defiance finally died away and her grumbling in my mind went radio silent as my front door clasped shut.

Elijah's unhurried steps brought him to my frozen frame in the middle of the room. There he paused for a millennium before leaning forward, his hot breath brushing against my neck, “Sophia..” he whispered my name breathlessly then pressed a kiss on my neck that sent shivers straight to my toes.

I'd pictured this scenario a million times and over, except it had been Justin in my mind.

Justin, my mate, coming to me. His eyes engulfed with tears and regret as he'd begged me to forgive him for the years he'd wasted before accepting our bond.

I’d been such a fool–

“Sophia…” he called my name like a voyager lost at sea, calling to a lost lover, cutting through my thoughts. “Can I kiss you?”

His husky request that sounded more like a man asking for a life saving antidote. My body responded to his request as our lips met in a hazy mist of passion, molding to match as his arm rose to my neck to deepen the kiss.

As his tongue slid delightfully against mine a soft moan slipped out of me, a sultry sound even I didn't know I could make, then when he bit softly into my lips my legs gave way and I would have collapsed if he didn't stretch out his arms and grab my waist.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist also to prevent my fall.

“S-sorry,” I stuttered, wanting to burrow myself somewhere deep underground and just hide there for the rest of my pathetic life.

“Did you just…?”

“No!” I screamed into his chest, embarrassment redding my cheeks.“I-i mean I almost…but I didn't…it's my first time and…”

I just clamped up there, waiting for him to drop me and say I was the biggest turn off for almost climaxing at a kiss but instead still holding me in that position he whispered hotly in my ear; “Where's your bedroom?”

A wave of utter relief crashed into me as I wrapped my arms more securely around his neck and gave him directions.

My cabin is fairly small so after a few strides my back was resting against my queen sized bed and I looked up at him shedding his T-shirt.

The moment my eyes made contact with those chiseled abs and rippling muscles that had been hidden beneath his shirt, I gasped. Then my eyes zeroed in on a scar that ran across his abs.

A chilling feeling ran through me when I saw them, jagged claw marks followed by a morbid curiosity I couldn't control.

“Who did this to you?”

His eyes darkened, he said nothing for a while then a derisive smile dragged his lips.

“Oops, got too excited and forgot to turn off the lights…let me–”

“No,” There was an unshakeable firmness in my voice as I uttered that refusal.

His eyes followed me cautiously, “It's fine, everyone is always telling me to keep my shirt on because of how disturbing they loo–”

“It's a part of you…” I don't know where this confidence was coming from, maybe because what we were about to do was a huge middle finger to the mate bond that had caused me immeasurable, underserved suffering for years.

“...tonight, I want to see all of you…just like you'll see all of me,”

Maybe because I knew what it felt like for people to taunt and mock for something beyond the other person's control.

The pads of my fingers followed the scar tracing across his abs and his muscles grew taunt beneath my touch as he grunted.

My face flushed red again, “I’m sorry, I didn't know it still hurts–”

“Don't stop–” he said like he was coming up for air. “It doesn't hurt, so…hmm…don't stop…”

I knelt on the bed, my fingers trailed from those delicious abs and stopped skeptically above his crotch.

“Can I –”

My response came with his yanking down his pants and exposing the fullness of his bulge that was threatening to rip through his boxers. I rubbed my thighs, the wetness had already long soaked through my panties and my n*****s stood proud and perky beneath my shirt.

Seeing his hard on almost set me off but I persevered, I massaged it through his boxers but didn't let it out.

Reality seems to dawn on me, the moment I pulled down these boxers I would be pulling apart the last barrier between me and him being intimate.

He tilted my head with a finger and caught the hesitation in my eyes, “Are you still thinking of him?”

Elijah's question probed at the ache in my heart that had only dulled but never died.

“No,” Maybe that wasn't the whole truth but when I invited him in, I did so because I wanted to feel something under that pain, a wo

und I'd reopened by getting rejected a second time.

“If you are then…”