The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 10

Celeste stayed in her room until Celia’s scent became faint. She was as hungry as a beggar on the street, but she’d rather starve than eat what Celia had prepared. So she waited until her twin sister left, and now as she tiptoed down the hall, she could only wish that Zillon had left too.

But alas, he was somewhere downstairs, she knew. His scent was prominent enough to have the matebond twisting like wires in her tummy. As always, her first instincts was to go to him, but she ignore it and instead walked down the wooden stairs, lodging herself in the kitchen.

She searched the cabinets, looking for something easy to cook. What she found were instant noodles and she didn’t hesitate to tug one out and place it on the marble counter.

She put some water to boil and as soon as it did, she threw the noodle inside and leant against the wall, waiting for it to cook.

“Instant noodles, huh? After refusing the food your kindhearted sister offered you, you’re in here cooking noodles?”

Celeste jumped at the voice, too distracted to have heard him coming. “I…uh— I didn’t want any, I prefer noodles anyway.”

“Well I hope you live on them for the rest of the time you’re here, don’t touch my food, don’t touch my f*cking meat in the fridge, don’t touch anything. You were selfish and inconsiderate when it came to your sister, I’ll be the same to you.”

“Selfish and inconsiderate? How is refusing a plate of food selfish and inconsiderate?”

“How do you think she feels about you being my mate instead her? Last night she cried when she walked on you blatantly trying to seduce me and yet still she had the heart to still care about your well-being as her sister. Don’t you care about her?”

The string around Celeste’s heart tighten, her eyes watering. Did he really just say that? Did he really just mention last night?

Was she not crying too? Did he not see that?

Tears drained like a ruptured pipe down her cheeks as she pointed at him. “You’re calling me inconsiderate? I’m selfish? What about you? What about her? I’m your mate, mistake or not; you marked me and yet last night when I was buried in anguish, you were making love to her. Did any of you care about me then? When I was suffering, hurting…I’m sure you didn’t, thus why I hate you, both of you.”

Celeste wiped her cheeks and marched over to the stove, turning it off. She grabbed the pot holder, clumsily situation it over her hand to take up the pot. “You don’t have to worry about me seducing you anymore…I won’t, not for the rest of time that I’m here.”

And with that, she walked pass him, heading straight up the stairs. She might be weak, she might be vulnerable, but she would not let him walk over her to this extent. How could he?

After he cheated on her, he was now blaming her of being inconsiderate, what a cruel alpha!

Celested turn down the hall, holding the pot firmly as she opened the door. It burnt, but the pain was nothing compared to the one lingering in her heart. She hated her life, she hated how pitiful she was.

All along, she thought a mate was what she wanted to be happy. The elders had engraved it in her head that that was what mates were for.

They were your one true love, your partner for life, someone who love you to moon and back, someone who’d care for you even more than they cared for themselves. Did they lie?

They must’ve, because Zillon cared about nothing but himself and Celia…

Placing the pot down on her bedside table, Celeste flopped down on her bed with a sigh. She hated the thought of giving up, but she had no other choice.

Celia could have him, he was hers anyways… The moon goddess had been wrong, she really did make a mistake when she bonded Zillon with her.

Plucking the pot open, Celeste watched calmly as the steam flowed out, blurring on its way up. It must’ve been suffocating when it was locked up, but now that it was free, it didn’t hesitate to take on a new path.

Celeste was buried in its previous position now, she was suffocating, dying inside…waiting patiently for the moon goddess to grant her freedom.

After Celeste finished eating, she found herself once again tiptoeing downstairs to wash the pot she had eaten out of and the spoon she had eaten with.

The kitchen looked nothing like it did yesterday. It wasn’t spotless, it wasn’t clean, Celeste didn’t notice it before, but the sink was filled with dirty dishes, the ones Celia had undoubtedly used.

Two pots were there too, along with spoons and cup.

One by one, Celeste took everything out, placing them on the counter and situating the pot she used in. She wouldn’t wash them, she wasn’t the one who used them after all.

She washed her pot, washed her spoon and sauntered her way back to her room.

Zillon would be sorry he did her dirty one day. Celia couldn’t cook, she couldn’t wash, couldn’t clean. She sat on a high horse back at home and only Celeste would slave away.

She’d wash her clothes and Celia’s too, and she cook for the whole family since they blatantly thought that she should.

One day in the long run, he’ll realize that his choice was wrong, that he shouldn’t have cheated, that he should’ve chosen her…and that day, she’ll already be drifting away like the steam when it escapes the confines of the pot.

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AN// What do you guys think? Is Celeste being unreasonable? She didn’t wash the dishes Zillon and Celia used and moreover, she confessed to hating them both…

But then again, Zillon did cheat on her when he shouldn’t have, especially at a time when she was in heat…