Spellbound by His Once Rejected Mate

Birthday cake

Seth’s POV

Despite the distance I managed to put between us, I could feel her as if she was standing right beside me. Moreover, my chest ached and felt like something within it had been completely broken to a point of no repair. The cold air of the night seemed to aid in numbing it, but almost every breath hurt. And no matter what, there was no stilling that absolutely primal instinct of marching right back in and-

No! There would be no such thing! I will not force her!

'She’s your mate!' The absolutely stubborn voice snapped back, only adding to the longing that made me feel like I was going completely crazy at this point.

I watch the distant sea, agitated, waves crashing against the nearby cliffs and rocks, the wind carrying the misty and salty air all the way here, trying to cover up the maddening scent that was impregnated all over the place. My mouth was constantly salivating, there was a certain tightness in my stomach and nevertheless I could barely hold back any censored thought.

When I make my way back into the house, with my cigar still between my fingers, It’s way past midnight, and part of me hopes she’s asleep. Most of the house is cleared by now. There’s people still up, chatting leisurely, enjoying what seems to be fresh cake and that childish part of me wants some of it too.

As if pulled by an invisible string, I make my way around the house and not long after, I find the almost gone cake. There was another huge slab left on the table. It seemed to have been huge and there was merely a portion of four slices left. At the table, a very familiar face was sitting , eating the cake straight from the humongous slab with a fork, and a glass of red wine beside it, almost bled dry by now.

The chocolate aroma is soon overtaken by magnolia and juniper berries and my mouth is watering again and I feel every fiber in my body tensing.

She’s sitting alone, staring at that slice of cake as if it had the answers to all the questions in the world. From the moment I arrived in this place, I could feel there was something off with her. Something different, something out of the ordinary, something magnetizing and mysterious, but now, with her scent absolutely intoxicating me, I wasn’t even sure what it was anymore.

As if she feels my eyes on her, she raises her gaze to me, watching me over her brows and I can now say I’ve never seen someone look so lost yet so relieved by being lost. Her pupil blows up as she takes another bite, eyeing me with such intensity I’m almost sure she’s trying to read my mind, to scavenge for every sinful thought about her, rip them out and entertain herself with them.

“There’s some more left.” she announces to me, as she looks back at the cake, stabbing it again with very obvious anger. She takes another full bite, pushing the fork between those absolutely mesmerizing lips of hers, before getting up.

For a brief moment, she looks like she’s about to fall, but she steadies herself with a hand on the table while the other reaches for a nearby clean fork. A smirk crawls on her lips as she turns, standing, and offers me the fork.

“You can have some. I’ll share with you.” her lips arch to the side in what seemed to be the cutest and most devious smirk I’ve ever seen. Could she feel the tug at her own heart too? Did she know that there was something binding us? Even in this obscenely drunken state?

When my hand reaches out and takes the fork from her, she seems so so so giddy about it and I can hear her chuckle to herself before she sinks into her seat with a silent huff. She takes the glass and downs the last bit of her wine and for a brief moment I’m worried she’s drunk. The next, I’m sure she is, because I get close enough to feel the wine’s scent. Something is amiss though.

As I circle around the table, she watches me with the curiosity of a child. I spot the candles that were picked off the cake. She turned eighteen tonight. That explains a handful of things, like why the mate link hit me so hard tonight and not earlier. Was this why I thought she was so inviting from the very beginning? Did something within me know she was my fated mate?

I stop in front of her and she watches me over her brows with the same cute and devious side smirk of hers. As my eyes scan her, my fingers pluck the glass from her hand and bring it up to my nose. My brows draw together. This was not just wine.

Something about the way my eyes narrow seems to amuse her as she bursts into a fit of giggles and turns back to her cake. My eyes, though, are pinned on her. She might have had too much to drink, but this wine was spiked. And she’s utterly unaware of it.

Anger blooms in my chest as I put the glass down and silently look around the open living room. No one seemed to be aware of her. No one but-

When my eyes meet Zeke’s a feel a sudden need to rip his head off and make sure he’d never dare to do such a thing to anyone else, especially my- I catch myself before I can think of it.

Mellione suddenly gets up and now that I look at her, I notice how pale she has turned. All the color from her cheeks had drained and even her lips were paler.

Shit!

I don't even get enough time to think while I put my cigarette out in the empty glass of wine as she pushes past me and rushes to the front door, almost falling face first when something invisible makes her stumble.

Before Zeke could follow after her, I hurry and catch up with her, finding her crouched on the porch, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, smudging whatever was left of her lipstick while doing so.

Good. Throwing it all up will definitely help sober up and hopefully clean out whatever her drink had been spiked with.

When she looks at me, I notice I’m frozen in place, a few steps away from her. Her gray eyes were filled with disappointment and shame and it doesn’t take long for them to grow teary.

“Tonight has been absolutely terrible.” she speaks before leaning forward over the porch and throwing up again.

With little concern about what troubled her mind and too much concern about what was happening to her right now, I approached and reached to touch her back. But the way she straightens herself tells me she doesn’t want help. Not mine at least.

A soft disappointment wraps around my heart but I hold it back. Her eyes meet mine again and she immediately looks down ashamed. She sinks into one of the seats and runs both her hands in her hair with a loud sigh.

“Made an absolute fool of myself in front of you, haven’t I?” she seems concerned about what now?

“I’m a mess!” her eyes fill with tears again and I take a seat beside her, plucking out my cigar pack and offer her one without saying anything.

She watched me with confusion, as if offended I offered such a thing, but as soon as I light mine she seems to be interested in them.

“You’re right. I’m not a child anymore!” she seems absolutely delighted by this thought and without any holding back, she plucks the cigar out of my mouth and brings it to hers, her eyes glued to my parted lips. And maybe this interest in the cigar were not because she truly wanted a smoke. Her gray eyes hold a shameless and unspoken need that makes me want to eat her whole.

My eyes, even if somehow distant as I try my best to hold myself back, draw a slow line from her eyes to her lips and when she notices, the corners of her mouth curl upwards as she puts the cigar between her lips and inhales deeply. But immediately, the smoke comes out in a rush as she starts coughing and puts the cigar out, shaking her head.

“Absolutely terrible idea!” she coughs a few more times, amused by this new experience.

Well, at least now she’s smiling. Her smile was a delight. Her eyes sprung back to life in such an adorable way that I could feel my chest squeeze with the need of having her in my arms.

“How can you enjoy such a thing?!” she seems revolted at the idea of me smoking and I can see she’s pondering on trashing my cigars. But I slowly tuck away the pack and lean back into my seat.

She falls silent and as she leans forward, her elbows on her knees, and supporting her head with her palms.

“I turned eighteen tonight.” she starts speaking after a few moments of still silence. “I rejected my mate-” she pauses and seems to stiffen. “-or he rejected me, I’m not entirely sure what happened.” she seems to disagree with herself. “-and I found out I’ll never be good enough to be a Luna.” her voice dies in her throat and something within me stirs in anger and a trace of dissapointment. I was not her first chance of having a mate. I was a second chance the Gods offered her, and me altogether.

“I never knew who my mother was, but she must have been a human, because It seems that I inherited her wolfless genes.” her voice is shaky and clearly disgusted, but for me something falls right into place.

Mellione was wolfless. There was no wolf crawling inside and making a mess out of her mind and this- THIS- was why I felt so drawn to her from the very beginning. Having the Gods pair us-

The front door suddenly opened and I can see how she flinches when Zeke steps closer to us. Every ounce of will I have is used in not blowing his brains out right here and now, with the gun I have tucked safely at my back.

His Eyes land on her and he seems to be waiting for something. Maybe for the drugs to kick in. But then they move on me as I instinctively wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull Mellione closer to me. I don’t have to say anything for the boy to silently walk away from the pack house.

That’s right! Walk away you foolish boy. Walk away before-

I suddenly feel exposed. Watched. When I look at my side, Mellione’s gray eyes are pinned on me, rounded with surprise and something that seemed to be a swift realization of something important.

Shit! I hoped that I could keep away from her long enough to buy me time and get out of here before- Before all this brings her into my world.

There was no place for her in my world! Not yet at least… I can feel my heart tighten in my chest and for the first time in forever, I feel overtaken with the need to make her mine.

My mouth waters again and her scent envelopes me and her siren eyes watch me with such intensity I feel almost naked.

Her eyes shift from mine to my lips and before I can stop myself, My finger curls under her chin and holds her face close, and I dive right in for a kiss. A kiss that makes whatever sane thoughts I had left melt away. A kiss that makes me understand how hungry I was for her. A kiss that pushes away any boundaries I had set with myself in this case.

I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand and I certainly feel my pants become less comfortable, as she reaches her hand up and tangles it in my hair, giving herself into the kiss as if it was the last drop of water left on earth.

I’m not even sure how, but we get up and before I know it, I have her pressed against the door of my room, her legs wrapped around my hips, her tongue brushing against mine, toying with the ball piercing there as if it was her favorite toy, her hands tangled in my hair, while my fingers sink into her thighs more and more.

When she breaks the kiss and gasps for air, my lips start tracing kisses on her jaw and stop behind her ear. The most delicious sound escapes from her as I find a soft spot and trace it with my lips, a low moan. A moan that fuels me to get more out of her. So much more-