The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 19

Zillon looked back at his house one more time before taking on the road. He didn’t know why, but his guts, or rather his instinct kept telling him to go back.

Celeste had seem different when she walked pass him. There was no life in her eyes, and her face reflected nothing but pain. His heart honestly ached when he saw her like that, but what else could he do?

Giving her hope would be even more painful, it would destroy her, well that’s if she wasn’t destroyed already.

Sorrow clouded his vision when he thought of it. Since the very moment she stepped into the house, he was bad to her. He treated her as if she was nobody and then blamed it on the fact that she was weak.

But it wasn’t her who was weak, it was him. He was unable to sort out his feelings, unable to choose, unable to be honest with himself. That poor girl had done so much for him since she moved in.

She wanted to see him happy, and yet all he did was make her sad. He regretted his actions, and the fact that he couldn’t apologize made the regret strong enough to stifle him.

He shouldn’t have lied to her this morning. Last night meant something to him, it meant so much. He wasn’t just caught up in the moment, he was caught up in her.

Her desperate, beady eyes and her pleads for more of what he was offering her. That’s what caught him in it’s net.

His teeth had extracted without him willing it to. Her beauty had caused that, her perfection, but never in his life would he be able to tell her.

Perhaps he could tell her in the future when he finds the strength to let her go, or perhaps he could tell her when she finds herself a second chance. But did he want that?

He honestly didn’t. Celeste was his, the moon goddess had gifted her to him, why would he give her to another? Why would he let her go?

But then again, would he keep her by his side just to watch her suffer?

Zillon was torn between choices. He wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want her to suffer and he didn’t want to set her free either.

He was confused and tied up, both in Celeste and Celia.

Sighing, he pocketed his hands. He’d go to his safe haven, that spot on the pack lands where he had first met Celia 10 years ago. He’d think back on everything, he’d make his choice, he’d choos—

Zillon immediately stopped in his track when the matebond slapped him as hard a brick. He swiftly turned to the house only a couple feet away, smelling nothing but Celeste’s b***d.

His heart wavered and soon the forest, the earth, the outside became nothing to him as he raced back down the path he took. With his eyes as wide as saucers, feet as fast as lightening, mind stuck in deep panic, he made it back in no time.

The scent of b***d was stronger now and he wasted no time to twist the knob, push the door open and rush inside.

He hurried up the stairs, chasing the scent until he stood in front of the bathroom. He knocked twice. “Celeste, are you alright?”

When he got no response, he twisted the knob, promptly realising that the damn door was locked. He knocked again; louder, harder. “What the f*ck are you doing in there? Open the door!”

He heard nothing but a harsh breath of what he thought was agony and that was enough motivation to have him shouldering the door until it was on the floor.

His eyes searched the inside, finding something he never thought he would…

Celeste was on the floor; unconscious, b***d flooded the area around her, coming directly from her wrist.

With a palpitating heart, he rushed over, picking her up in his arms. He shook her. “Celeste! Celeste!”

He was panicking, almost hyperventilating, the b***d, the cut on her wrist, the razor on the floor… it was all too much to handle and the fact that she seemed so lifeless in his arms made him even more worried.

Was he the cause of this? Was he why she slit her own wrist? Was he…?

Zillon shook her again, something so warm, so god damn foreign rolling down his cheeks. “Celeste! F*cking wake up already…wake up, wake up…”

His voice gradually thinned as he spoke, at some point, it was nothing but a whisper, barely could be heard. “I’m sorry, I’m f*cking sorry, okay? Just wake up…jus—”

A cough came from the lips of what he thought was a corpse and the little proof of life made him hang onto her tighter. “F*ck Celeste, why did you do this? Why on earth would you hurt your own self?”

He stared down at her as her eyes opened up a bit. She smiled, a sad smile. “It’s… it’s not as painful as your rejection.”

Her words frightened him, they made it impossible for him to not feel responsible, impossible for him to speak. “I…I…I—”

“Will you reject me now?”

He shook his head, tears dripping down his chin. “I…I…no.”

“Then…then should I reject you?”

Zillon didn’t get to answer her question, because her eyes slipped back shut right after she voiced those heart wrenching words, making him slip right back into a panicking state.

He shook her again and when he got no response, he lifted her in his arms, not knowing what else to do but bring her to the pack doctor.

At the very door of the doctor’s office, he begged for her life, cried for him to save her. He was anything but a strong alpha, not when his mate was in danger, not when it was Celeste who was hurt, and not when it was all because of him.

A/N// Oh my god! I’m literally crying. Celeste slit her own wrist, will anything bad happen?

Will she live?

Zillon seems pretty worried. He cried after all.