DON'T REJECT ME, ALPHA!

CHAPTER 15: TOUCH OF LOVE

Maya’s POV

‘Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!’ My throat pulsed to the beat even if the words did not come out of my mouth.

I could feel every inch of his skin against mine. Every bone in my body ached to be one with him. Impossibly one with him. Every nerve danced under his touch.

His tongue sensually traced along the length of my neck while his lips lightly nipped the thick line of muscle, finding the vein that sent quivers straight to my nether regions. Every nip, every flick of his tongue was a strategic move to render my body aching for more. He was hard and rough yet soft and gentle. He was light as a feather yet aggressive like a mad beast. He was the king… nay, the god of love descended from heaven himself.

The god chuckled over me as if he had heard my thoughts and then it happened.

He lay a heavy kiss on my lips and only deepened it from there.

His lips dove into mine repeatedly, stealing all the air in my lungs. Sparks lit alight my body while every muscle twitched under his deft fingers. My toes curled on their own accord as the lycan rubbed and thrust faster and faster over my aching body.

We rocked against each other with our limbs entwined and lovemaking elevated to positively divine.

I violently spasmed and I screamed my pleasure like a dying seal. Love suddenly morphed into hate and pleasure into shame.

I woke up gasping for breath. My chest heaved heavily as I clutched my abdomen tightly.

I clawed the sweat-drenched blankets away from me, my fears hitting the ceiling high.

“It’s ok, baby. You are alright. Just go back to sleep.”

The warm, soothing voice calmed me down and enveloped me back in its warmth before I passed out. Sleep never felt more peaceful before.

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Maya’s POV

Swallowing my suddenly dry mouth, I felt my cheeks turn the most embarrassing shade of pink when Zayn asked me if I slept well.

When he saw my face, he burst out laughing and teased, “That well, huh?”

I quickly shook my head, not wanting him to catch the wrong meaning, or rather know what I dreamt about! After Aragon’s betrayal and almost tearing apart my tender insides while giving birth to my dear babies, I did not know that I still had it in me to have wet dreams.

I did not know why was I trying to chase a picture-perfect dream when I never knew the man, and had no trust in love at all. It felt like a new version of Maya had emerged after a life-scarring thunderstorm. A foolish, irrational, hopeless, weak, needy woman.

Suddenly I felt sick of myself and ran out of the room, almost knocking out both Nurse Valerie and Carl in the process.

I ran blindly down the endless corridor which shimmered with the light of the golden palace and broke out in full body shaking sobs when I reached the open garden. I fell on my knees and puked, hot boiling acid burning my insides and throat. My tears burnt my eyes, but even through the haze, I recognized her.

The reason for my ruin. The wicked nemesis. The one who snatched my everything. My home, my family and my happiness.

I hid behind the dense bushes in the most beautiful garden full of ornate water fountains and rich feasts of flowers of every hue and colour just before Aragon’s mate and her unmated twin sister noticed me.

Quin and Rose Callahan walked across the lush green lawns in the highest of heels and tightest of dresses, walking like perfect models in a high end, luxurious fashion show.

I took a chance to properly look at them and sighed, tears still brimming my eyes. They were perfect. Who wouldn’t want them? No wonder Quin had Aragon on a short leash, tendering to every beck and call of hers.

I looked down my own stomach which still contained traces of baby fat. Looking at my loose, baggy robes, they were a mess that even beggars would discard. And my looks? I was a dishevelled wreck. Their sweet voices floated through the air while I could make a croaking frog seem more melodious.

The Lycan King did not deserve me. He deserved someone better. Far better than who I was. I had nothing to offer, save for the issues that came with the damaged product I was. A futile, poor, homeless, rejected, dumb woman who had children with another male.

A pair of arms hugged me gently close to them while I openly sobbed in her chest.

“You know, it is ok to have bad days, Maya, but it is not ok to discount your health. Physical and mental. You are a strong mother of three naughty but ultra cute kids who has gone through the worst, including defending yourself till the last minute from my crazy, eccentric self who tried to murder you. I don’t know about your past, Maya but from what I see right now? I see a lotus starting to bloom in a muddy pond full of enemies. You have a bright future ahead and no one can stop you. Just no one. Except for you. Let go of your insecurities for once and try to live life as it comes to you. You will be unstoppable. A Porsche with no brakes,” Valerie said and I broke out into a smile at her cheesy line stolen from Sia’s song.

I looked at the receding twins’ slender backs disappearing towards the opposite wing where the Luna Trials were about to begin and then at Nurse Valerie.

“You are a prize, dear. A prize worth winning. You are the ultimate combination of beauty and brains. I don’t know those two women, but I can tell that they hurt you, but know this, that beauty is skin deep. Just look at you,” she lightly brushed my face with her fingers and cupped my cheek in her hands. “So pretty. Yet with such a beautiful soul. So pure and lovable. So delicate yet so brave and strong. Let the world see what you are made of, Maya, and how much better the world is with you in it, she encouraged. “Now get up and get ready to make us proud!” Nurse Valerie said and thumped my back, hauling me up with her. “Plus I want to see Carl’s tight ass in the cheerleading outfit I painstakingly made for him,” she added and I silently laughed at the brutally honest she-wolf.

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