Their Mate And Luna

CHAPTER 60

THE REJECTED MATE 2

She was sitting stiffly at the edge of the bed when he returned to the room, her wounds nearly healed with only red blotches remaining. They would clear out in some hours. Still in her bloody clothes, with arms folded across her chest, pouting and glaring at the men with her.

When she noticed him at the door, her expression immediately shifts. Surprise and a hint of embarrassment crossing her face. Then shifting to a brighter one. He wondered why.

Was she happy to see him? Because she thought he was going to save her or that he was her mate? He doubted if it was because he was her mate.

Her eyes followed him as he walked inside and closed the door.

“Can you excuse us, guys,” he ordered the men, his eyes still on her, waiting for them to leave before he speaking again.

Once the door closed behind them, he began, “How are you feeling?” Satisfying his wolf.

“How did I get here?” she spat out, her eyes hardening and showing no sign of remorse for her actions.

“You got into a fight with someone and the Alphas ordered me to bring you to the hospital.” he felt a pang of disappointment at how she ignored his question. At least his wolf won’t blame him for not trying to be nice to her.

“As they should. I am soon to be Vance’s Luna.” she said, sticking her neck high. “I have to go home and change. A Luna shouldn’t be in such clothes.” She hopped off the bed. “After which I am going to deal with that pathetic omega.”

“You’re not going home.” He said softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Making an effort not to react at her obvious disregard of their bond and what she just said.

“What do you mean?”

“They ordered you to be taken to one of the cells.”

“What!?” shock registering fully in her eyes. “They…Vance would never say that,” she said, blinking several times, still reeling in shock.

“He did.”

“And you will allow it?”

He almost gave himself whiplash with how swift he swung his head to look at her. Both he and his wolf felt shock waves hitting them in their bones with her question.

“How convenient for you to suddenly mention that. You’re truly heartless.” biting his lower lip till he tasted blood, as he scrutinized the face of the person before him. Disgust washing over him, covering up the affection he was feeling for her. An affection he was trying hard to not let it cloud his judgement. “You want to use the bond when it suits you.”

“As your mate—”

“You rejected me…”

“I am only saying that, as my mate you can use your…you could have used your influence to make them change their minds.” Billie defiantly and unapologetically said, her green eyes locking with his.

“Your mate,” Adam chuckled, eyeing her.

“I am still your mate. No matter what, it is your duty to protect me.”

“A better person would be shameless to demand such. But not you. You hold no ounce of shame in you,” he spat out, his disgust evident on his face. Venfa warned him, but he growled at him to shut up.

“You’re weak, that’s why you can’t stand up to them and tell them you’re my mate…”

Billie found her back hitting the wall, Adam’s palm round her neck, his dark eyes bleeding to gold, arresting her with a strong gaze that held her in place. “I am not weak!” he yelled at her through clenched teeth.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear at his speed and strength. She tried to make use of her Gamma strength, but they were no match for his.

“Do not hurt her, Adam!” Venfa growled at him, feeling his mate’s fear and afraid of his human hurting her.

“You’re hurting me,” Billie croaked, holding his wrist.

Her words snapped Adam out of his haze. He released the pressure round her neck, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes.

Why couldn’t she just give up her crazy dreams of being Vance’s Luna? He would forgive her this moment if she agreed to let go and accept their bond. He would forgive her for rejecting him.

Was it the bond or he suddenly found himself falling for this unrepentant and arrogant b***h?

He opened his eyes, staring into her green eyes, remembering the way they looked at him on his bed. Their warmth as he made love to her. The way they pleaded with him to not stop with his thrusts and…gosh! He would give anything to have her look at him like that once again and forever. Not the way she was looking at him right now.

His eyes skirted over her face, settling on her lips. How soft they felt in his mouth, between his teeth. Their silkiness on his skin, on his member. Her mouth so warm and…

Without thinking he swooped down on them and claimed them in a deep kiss, holding her head in place with both hands against the wall.

Her lips felt just like he had remembered. She struggled a bit but opened up when he bit her lower lip.

Moaning into the kiss, he crushed himself into her, knowing the wall would hold her in place. She moaned sending a pleasurable sensation down his body. His member sprung to attention, pulsing and eager to come out.

Lost in the taste of her mouth, he didn’t know when her hands slipped into his tshirt. He only felt the sparks which released an explosion of stars into his vision when he felt her soft fingers tweaking his n*****s.

“Billie,” he moaned, running his tongue round her lips, wanting her lips to remain always on his. “Please, accept me.” He whispered against her lips.

This was what he had been waiting for all his life. His mate in his arms, responding to his ministerings of love to her.

Venfa urged him to take her on the bed and it was looking like he was going to listen to him.

He removed his hands from her head and picked her legs up, wrapping them round his waist. Her moans spurred him on, his member nodding in his trousers.

“I want you, Billie. I want you,” he chanted as he walked her to the bed. Dropping her down, he climbed on the bed, hovering over her, gazing at her swollen lips and half-closed eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, about to kiss her lips again when she stopped him.

“Stop,” she whispered, placing a hand on his chest.

He couldn’t hide the shock he felt or the disappointment seeping into his chest. Or the sudden hatred. For himself or her? He didn’t know which one.

She pushed him off her and scrambled off the bed.

“I can never accept you.”

Seriously? She still was on this?

He felt his wolf grow silent inside him, retreating to a corner.

“We will discuss what to do after. For now, I need to get home and speak to my parents.”

“You’re right,” he sighed deeply. “I tried Venfa. Your mate doesn’t want you.” He slowly climbed out of the bed, thankfully, his member had gone limp when she had stopped him. Rising to his height, he arranged himself, getting his faculties back and walking to her. “Get up.”

She looked up questioningly at him.

Averting her gaze, “Let’s go. You’re well healed now.”

“Go where?”

“Where you’re supposed to go,” and with a swift move of his hand, he grabbed her wrist and jerked her off the bed, tightening his resolve to resist the sparks traveling his body.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Billie cried, trying to pry his hand off her wrist. “You’re hurting me.”

“Taking you to the cell until they call for you.” he replied her, mustering every strength to shove off his wolf who was yelling at him, scratching and hitting at the base of his skull.

“You can’t do that to me. I am your mate!”

“You have rejected me! You want to become Vance’s Luna. Have you suddenly forgotten?”

His wolf growled at him for hurting their mate, both struggling for dominance.

“Stop growling at me!” he shushed him.

“You’re hurting her.”

“She hurt us and is still hurting us. Now shut up and let me do my job.”

“See your wolf isn’t in support of what you want to do.”

“Leave him out of this!” he barked at her. “You will not use him as you have used me or plan to use me.”