Blooming for the Alphas

Chapter 5

Theo’s P.O.V

I had waited ten years for this.

I had waited ten long and agonizing years for this exact moment. The moment when she would finally cave, when she would finally chose this. Ten years of patience, ten years of tracking her every movement, ten years of keeping my distance. All of it, was for this single moment.

All of this was for her- ophelia.

My mate.

My queen.

My prey.

I could feel her presence like a burn beneath my skin, a constant reminder of the hunger that festered inside of me for as long as I could remember. The scent of her- soft, yet completely intoxicating, like the sweet fragrance of roses that filled her quiet little shop. The scent haunted me, it haunted me in my dreams, it haunted me in the loneliness of the office. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to breathe without it.

But, now? Now I didn’t have to wait anymore. I didn’t have to wonder when the next time that we would catch her trying to live some mundane human life. I didn’t have to wonder if the hunters had gotten to her. I didn’t have to wonder if she was alive. She was here, and she was within my reach. The time had finally come for me to claim what was mine.

What was ours.

Her wide eyes met mine, they were big and terrified. For the very first time in years though, I felt it. I felt the full weight of the mate bond between us crackle in the air and through our bones. It wasn’t just her the bone crushing fear that gripped me, it was the way that her body betrayed her.

I could see, everything.

I could see the way that her hands had a slight tremor to them while she tried to hide them at her sides, I could see the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, quick breaths. I could see the way her pulse raced between the skin of her neck. I could tell that she was completely terrified. Yes, but there was something else there as well.

She was drawn to me.

The bond was working, the bond was undeniable even to our princess, and no matter how hard she tried to fight it, it would always pull us to her.

She could run, but she would always come back.

She couldn't fight it- the pull.

Her eyes, they darted around the room. Searching for something, searching for an escape. A balm to the fear of being around her fated mates, of dealing with her true fated destiny. There wasn’t one. I made sure that she didn;t have an escape when we planned to come see her tonight, when we agreed that she had run from us long enough. She had been running from us for years, hiding in plain sight, but the truth is we had always known where she was. We always found her.

“Ophelia.” I said her name like a prayer, low and dripping with a possessiveness that I could no longer contain. Part of it was a prayer. Everything about her was made for us, she was made entirely for us.

My voice was thick with desire, vibrating with the intensity of everything that I have held back for far to long,her eyes finally darted back to me. Her eyes going over my body, memorizing every detail while she searched for a weapon, a weapon that she would never find on me. No matter how much she runs from us, no matter how hard she tries to hide from us I would never use a weapon on my mate, my queen.

“You can’t run from us, not anymore.” I muttered, waiting for her to realize that there wasn’t a weapon on me. I waited, until she stopped going over my body with her eyes like she would find a bomb.

“Not from what you have always known is yours.” I whispered, looking into her eyes. I wanted her to feel it.

She needed to feel the lengths that we would go to protect her, to claim her, to love her without ever needing something in return besides her. We just wanted to be her mates, be her Alphas. Instead, she has spent the last ten years running from the only three people in the world that want to protect her. I watched the way she tried to gauge if she would ever make it to the front door before we had our hands on her.

She never stood a chance.

She took small shaky steps back while she kept her focused on me. Focused and wide with panic as she tried to put some distance between us. My wolf growled, snarling in my head while he put his head down, he was completely desperate to have her. I fought to keep the few ounces of control that I still had.

Just a little longer.

She needs to feel all of it.

She needs to feel the pull of each of our mate bonds.

She needs to know what it feels like to be in the presence of our mate bonds after going so long with out.

She needed to understand and feel the depths of our hunger for her.

I didn’t need to give her hours, or even days alone with us. After benign deprived of her for so long, the mate bond was already taking its affect. I could see it, I could see the way her body betrayed her. Her legs, they were stiff with resistance. She was fighting the pull to move closer to me with every second, it’s why she moved away from me. Her breathing hitched when I took a step closer towards her. Her pulse, it leaped in her throat, and I could hear the rush of blood in her ears. The way her heart pounded under my watchful gaze, every time I focus back on her it skyrockets.