Mated To The Unforgiving Alpha

Chapter Three: Consumed By The Bond

The second Killian’s mouth crashed onto Eliot’s, everything unraveled.There was no restraint, no hesitation—only raw hunger.Eliot gasped into the kiss, but Killian didn’t let him pull away. His hands gripped the Omega’s waist, dragging him closer, pressing their bodies together. The heat between them was unbearable, overwhelming.Eliot clawed at him, nails dragging across his bare chest, making Killian growl deep in his throat. The sound vibrated against Eliot’s lips, sending a shiver down his spine.“You wanted this,” Killian murmured, his voice low, rough, dangerous.Eliot smirked against his mouth. “And you fought it.”Killian snapped.With one swift move, he lifted Eliot off his feet, slamming him against the tree. Eliot wrapped his legs around Killian’s waist, breath hitching as the Alpha’s body pinned him in place.The bond pulsed between them, electric, unbearable.“Say it,” Killian growled, his lips tracing along Eliot’s jaw, biting, teasing.Eliot gasped when teeth scraped against his throat, dangerously close to his mark. His fingers tangled in Killian’s hair, tugging, daring him to go further.“I wanted this,” Eliot admitted, breathless. “But you needed it.”Killian groaned. His control was gone, obliterated by the heat, the bond, the intoxicating taste of Eliot’s skin.Eliot’s body pressed firmly against his, hips rolling, driving Killian insane.His hands wandered, mapping every inch of the Omega’s skin, greedy, desperate. He wanted to mark him, to claim him all over again.Eliot arched into him, breath hitching, fingers tightening on Killian’s shoulders.The Alpha’s grip tightened on Eliot’s thighs, holding him steady as he devoured him. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise—a warning.You’re mine.Eliot’s moan was sharp, his nails digging into Killian’s back as the Alpha pressed against him, the heat between them impossible to ignore.“Killian,” Eliot gasped.Killian’s eyes burned silver as he pulled back just enough to look at him.Flushed. Breathless. Beautiful.His wolf snarled possessively.He was about to completely lose himself—And then—A distant howl shattered the moment.Killian froze.Eliot’s chest was heaving, his lips kiss-swollen, but the tension in the air shifted.The howl came again—this time, closer.Killian’s instincts kicked in instantly. He dropped Eliot back to his feet, his body moving before his mind caught up.Eliot was still dazed, breathless. “What—?”Killian’s eyes snapped to the tree line. His wolf was on edge.Then, suddenly—a roar.The ground trembled as something massive moved through the forest. The scent hit Killian like a punch to the gut—wrong, tainted.And then, from the shadows—glowing red eyes appeared.Killian shoved Eliot behind him, his body tense, ready to fight.A figure emerged from the darkness.Not just a rogue.Not just a wolf.Something older. Darker.And when it spoke, its voice sent a chill down Killian’s spine.“The prophecy begins.”The creature lurched from the darkness, its form twisting, shifting between wolf and something unnatural. Its eyes glowed a sickening red, veins blackened with something ancient and corrupted.Killian’s wolf snarled, furious and alert. This wasn’t just a rogue. This was something else.“The prophecy begins.”The words were a whisper and a curse.Then—it lunged.Killian shoved Eliot aside, rolling just as massive claws sliced through the air. Bark exploded from the tree behind him, the force of the impact splintering wood like it was nothing.Fast.Too fast.Killian barely had time to twist before the beast came at him again. This time, he met it head-on, shifting mid-air. Massive black fur erupted, claws unsheathing.They collided.A clash of fangs, claws, and raw fury.The force sent them both crashing into the ground, dirt and leaves flying.Killian snarled, locking his jaw around the beast’s shoulder, his claws tearing into flesh. But it didn’t bleed like a normal wolf—its blood was thick, dark, almost unnatural.And then—it spoke again.Not aloud, but inside his head.“You cannot escape fate, Alpha.”The voice pierced through his mind like knives. Killian’s grip faltered for a split second—just enough.The beast threw him off like he weighed nothing. Killian hit the ground hard, but before he could rise—Eliot was there.The Omega didn’t hesitate.Silver blades flashed in his hands—where the hell did he even get those?—and in the next second, Eliot was moving.Fast. Precise. Deadly.His first strike hit true—a clean slice across the creature’s ribs. The beast roared, stumbling back, its blood hissing where it touched the ground.Killian blinked.Eliot didn’t stop.He twisted, dodging a wild swing, his blade gliding across the enemy’s thigh. He moved like he had done this before—like he had fought monsters in the dark and won.Killian barely had time to process it before the beast lunged for Eliot—too fast.Killian’s wolf reacted on instinct.With a snarl, he tackled the creature from the side, sending them both tumbling.Eliot’s blade sang as it slashed downward—straight through the beast’s shoulder.The creature howled.Its red eyes snapped to Eliot, full of hatred.“You,” it hissed.And then—it did something no werewolf ever should.It shifted into black smoke.Killian barely had time to blink before the shadowy mist shot through the trees—disappearing into the night.Leaving nothing behind.Only the echo of its words.The forest was silent.Killian panted, his chest heaving as he shifted back, his body aching from the impact of the fight.Eliot was still standing, blades in hand, his expression unreadable.Killian’s gaze snapped to him.“What the hell was that?” Killian demanded, his voice rough.Eliot met his gaze, something dark flickering behind his eyes.“I don’t know,” Eliot admitted. “But it knew me.”That sent a chill down Killian’s spine.Because the way that creature had looked at Eliot? The way it had spoken his name like a warning?This wasn’t over.Not even close.And for the first time, Killian felt something cold settle in his chest.The bond had brought Eliot here.But maybe it wasn’t just fate.Maybe it was a warning.