The Alpha's Denied Mate

Chapter 6

Khyron’s POV

My jaw was still tight when I stormed out of the infirmary. The strange pull in my chest had not faded. If anything, it had grown more insistent the moment I locked eyes with the girl.

"Why does she get under my skin?" Kael growled inside my head.

"Because she is dangerous," I shot back. "Or worse, a distraction."

I did not bother going to my office. Instead, I turned down the hall toward the west wing and the private quarters.

She was waiting. She always was.

“Alpha,” Livia purred as she opened the door, wrapped in black silk that clung to her body. “You look tense.”

I did not waste words. I pushed inside, slammed the door, and had her pinned against the wall in seconds. Her laugh broke into a gasp as my mouth claimed hers.

It was never gentle with Livia. My hands were rough, my kiss demanding, and she arched into me like she had been starving for it.

Clothes hit the floor in a blur. Heat and friction replaced the frustration clawing at me, her moans filling the room until release finally tore through me.

When it was over, I stood over her, chest heaving.

“Feel better?” she teased, running a hand through her tangled hair.

“Get dressed,” I said flatly, pulling my pants back on.

Her pout was practiced, but she obeyed. She always did. She knew what this was.

By the time I left her room, the hollow ache in my chest had returned, sharper than before.

Kael rumbled. "You know why."

I ignored him.

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Aurelia’s POV

I sat cross-legged on the infirmary bed, clutching the blanket tight around my shoulders.

My heart refused to calm down. Not after what that man—no, that Alpha—had said.

“You are not dreaming.”

The words echoed through my head like a drum.

Werewolves. Actual werewolves. I wanted to laugh, but the sound came out thin and shaky instead.

My gaze slid toward the door where a warrior stood like a statue, his hands behind his back. Watching. Guarding. Trapping.

My stomach twisted.

Two days. I had been gone two days. Mom had probably called the police by now. My boss at the clinic must think I had vanished without notice.

I needed my phone. I needed to get out.

But every time I thought about running, my mind conjured up the memory of glowing eyes in the trees and the growl that froze me to the bone.

And then there was him.

I buried my face in my hands. The way he had looked at me… like he could peel back my skin and read what was underneath. It had been terrifying. And yet… something else.

“No,” I whispered to myself. “Nope. I am not crushing on the scary werewolf man. Absolutely not.”

But the memory of those piercing eyes would not let me go.