Unveiling
1542 Words
CHAPTER 4:
As Sebastian's intentions became clear, panic surged through me as his mouth found his way to my neck.
“Mate!.” He hastily whispered as his fingers ran through my hair. “Mine! Only mine!.”
What was he doing?
I widened my eyes as his lips found my mating gland licking a long stripe over it.
Just that alone could make an omega submit to her mate but I resisted the urge to cave in his hands.
I felt light headed, from pleasure. The side of my neck was stinging but it felt very good to my omega.
With trembling hands, I pushed him away, my heart hammering in my chest as I struggled to escape his grasp.
“Mate!.” He rambled over and over again, the darkness in his eyes refusing to settle.
But Sebastian was relentless, it was as if he forgot that he was in the middle of an ambush as he pressed his body against me.
I knew for he was trying to do.
He was make me his.
I couldn’t allow that. Whether or not, he was my baby’s father and my mate.
No, no, no.
In a desperate bid for freedom, I kicked him on his groin as he immediately stepped back crouching out of pain letting out a howl.
I turned and fled, my legs carrying me away from the chaos of the party ambush and towards the safety of the trees.
But my flight was short-lived, cut short by the realization that I was being pursued.
Oh gee! I didn’t think about what I did.
I hurt their pack leader and they must have felt it. Now they are coming for me.
With each passing moment, the sounds of my pursuers grew louder, their menacing growls echoing through the night as they closed in on me from all sides.
Fear gripped me like a vice as I realized the gravity of my situation, the odds were stacked against me.
With nowhere left to run, I stood my ground, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to face my attackers head-on.
I can do this.
As the first of the enemy wolves emerged from the shadows, I braced myself for the inevitable clash, my instincts kicking into overdrive as I prepared to defend myself with every ounce of strength I possessed.
Oh no, I can’t do this. I don’t even possess any strength.
Surrounded on all sides, with no hope of escape, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, I could be severed at any moment by the teeth and claws of my enemies.
I had two options. Apologize or fight back. Option one was looking attractive.
As the enemy wolves closed in on me, their snarls growing louder with each passing moment, I braced myself for the inevitable clash, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to face them alone.
But just as their claws were about to sink into my flesh, a new presence emerged from the shadows, a figure silhouetted against the moonlit clearing.
It was him—my mate.
With a mixture of relief and apprehension, I watched as he stepped forward, his movements confident and sure as he addressed the enemy wolves with a commanding authority that left no room for doubt.
I watched as the wolves cower back and immediately submitted to him.
I looked at him. The haze in his eyes when he wanted to mate me had gone.
Which means he was fully conscious of what he was doing right now.
“She is my mate." He declared, his voice ringing out clear and strong in the stillness of the night. "Do you all understand?."
But his words fell on deaf ears, the enemy wolves unmoved by his proclamation as they continued to growl, this time even more louder as if defying him.
With a growl of frustration, my mate stepped forward, his stance defensive as he prepared to defend me with his life.
My mate turned to me in this instance, his eyes searching mine for something.
He walked towards me and I moved back a little bit making him stop.
He stretched out his hands. “They don’t recognize your smell. They will still view you as the enemy.”
What?
Suddenly what he was doing registered in my head.
When he mouthing at my mating gland, he was trying to scent me so I could smell like him.
And if I smelt like him, I wouldn’t be attacked.
And now it seemed like he wanted to do it again.
With a sense of resignation, I nodded as I braced myself for what was to come.
With a deft motion, Sebastian came forward and nuzzled his head into my neck. His black locks tickled my cheek as I felt his hands around me.
His lips were cold and my skin was burning.
I was going against my pack by agreeing to this.
But I just couldn’t refuse…
My eyes widened and my hands shot up to grab his shoulders. I gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly with the intention to push him away, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to…
Sebastian introduced his tongue to my mating glands as he licked over the sensitive skin sucking on it.
It felt wet and scary, especially feeling him drag his fangs across my skin marking me as his in the eyes of our enemies.
The gesture was intimate and possessive, a silent declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down my spine.
But even as he claimed me as his own, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
Would this act of submission be enough to appease the enemy wolves
What would happen if I were to go back to my pack?
The wolves began to leave one by one and I heaved a sigh of relief but Sebastian hadn’t let go of me yet.
The last wolf remaining transformed back into human form as he cleared his throat.
Sebastian was pulled out of his reveries as he finally stepped away from me.
I resist the urge to touch the skin where my mating gland was.
The last wolf came forward revealing himself as Sebastian's right-hand man and the pack's head beta.
“I'd be delighted to escort you back to our pack," he offered, his voice smooth and persuasive.
My eyes widened in shock at the unexpected proposition. "I can’t leave my own pack.”
The beta and Sebastian exchanged glances before the beta bowed his head to me a little before leaving.
Sebastian's expression darkened as he turned to me, his disappointment evident as he pressed me to reconsider.
“You are at risk if you go back.”
“Well you should have thought of that before claiming me back there.
His nose twitched out of annoyance. “Think about it, Aurora. Our pack could offer you safety and protection," he urged, his gaze searching mine for any sign of wavering.
But I shook my head defiantly. "I appreciate the offer, but I belong with my pack," I insisted, my tone unwavering.
Before Sebastian could respond, the sound of snarls and growls echoed through the night, signaling the arrival of my own pack mates.
With a heavy sigh, Sebastian reluctantly conceded. “Howl away if you need my help.”
With a final glance, Sebastian gave me a last scent, a silent farewell before shifting back into his wolf form and disappearing into the shadows.
Soon after, my pack mates arrived, their expressions grim as they took in the scene before them.
I was about to speak when I realized I couldn’t tell them what happened.
Saying my mate was Alpha Sebastian was like asking for a death wish.
The head commander wasted no time in scrutinizing me, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he detected the scent of the enemy on me.
"Traitor," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he ordered his pack mates to seize me and put me under arrest.
As we made our way back to our pack, I was met with scorn and accusation from my former best friend, Ivy.
“You're a traitor for running away and consorting with the enemy," Ivy accused, her voice filled with venom.
“I didn’t!.” I gritted my teeth out of anger.
She scoffed. “Okay then what did you do? Spread your legs wide like a b***h in heat for them to take you?.” She gestured pointing towards my already swollen up mating gland.
Anger flared within me at the unjust accusation, and before I could stop myself, I lashed out, my hand connecting with Ivy's cheek in a sharp slap.
She looked at me in surprise and I was also shocked because I didn’t know I had it in me to do that.
Jerome rushed to Ivy's defense, his eyes flashing with anger as he regarded me coldly. "Lock her up," he declared, his voice cold and unforgiving.
What?
I couldn’t even express my surprise as I stare at them, stunned by the betrayal of my former friend and lover, my heart heavy as I was dragged away by the commander, my fate now uncertain.
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