The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

AZRIEL’S POV

Today would be interesting.

I could tell as I came out of my room, headed for the Alpha’s chambers. We had a mission and I was determined to see that my plan was fruitful – by any means necessary.

However, I needed to confirm something before we began our Journey to the MoonLight pack. I saw Athaliah’s door open and she came out just in time.

I pushed her into her room without a word and shut the door behind us.

“What-” I covered her mouth with my palm, preventing her from screaming while she took me in.

When she was settled, I slowly let down my hand, and pulled her to the wall of the dark room, placing a hand by her side.

Athaliah swallowed, and the sight of it drove something beastly within me. Now was not the time. I needed to be sure of something.

“What’s this about?” She finally asked, jolting me from my thoughts.

With a closer look, I could tell she was nervous. This was a discovery. Athaliah was always confident, and seeing her shiver under my gaze was out of character.

Was she uncomfortable? My head corked to the side and I watched her eyes gleam over me. Kill me if I’m wrong but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that my mate, who rejected me, seemed taken with me.

“You know what this is about,” I said, closing the distance between us. My eyes flickered to her neck and I saw a handprint, faint but there. Zadok’s handprint. “Are you alright?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

Athaliah must have noticed my eyes on her neck and immediately adjusted the neck scarf. “I am fine.” She said in a hard tone, shifting from my gaze. “Is that what this is about? Because I need to report to…”

My hand traced her neck and her words were cut off. Her breath changed and there was an intense air around us. “You are so stupid,” I muttered, meaning every word. “You were so close to dying at the hands of the Alpha. You were gambling with your life.” I gritted as the scene from the previous day played inside my head.

Athaliah was putty in my arms. She opened her mouth but nothing no words came out. “You won’t be lucky next time.” I muzzled, kissing her neck, and feeling the buzz of our broken bond.

“Azriel.” She struggled to say.

One word brought me back to my senses. I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to be carried away by her body. Our eyes connected and I could see the need in her eyes. A need that burned for me, for what I had to offer.

But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. She told me to my face. What the fuckery was I even doing? I straightened up, putting a little space between us, but enough to still be in a haze.

“What did you do?” I finally asked, getting back to my reason for seeking her out.

Her voice was faint, and she leaned closer to me, pushing up her chest in a suggestive manner. “What are you talking about?”

I opened my mouth but no words came out. How could I speak when I was assaulted with the sweet savour of Athaliah’s arousal? My eyes widened as I thought the unforgivable.

Was she dripping for me?

Athaliah’s eyes burned with passion. An unspoken truth. I pushed her back to the wall with a hunger in my eyes. I had to find out. I needed to find out or I might lose my darn mind.

“I didn’t miss the panicked look on your face when Aaron was getting tortured yesterday,” I said, tracing my hands down to the helm of her short dress.

Athaliah’s breath hitched when my hands came in contact with the skin of her thigh, below her knees. “I couldn’t let him die…” She moaned, biting her lower lip.

The scent of her arousal thickened around us, wrapping me like a garment. My wolf went mad with need.

“Why?” I gritted, slowly tracing my hands upwards, under her gown. “Why would you care if he dies?” My hand traced a garment made out of a net, and my member hardened with need.

What was she wearing? I thought, feeling my way up.

“Why should I not?” She purred, melting like silk in my hands.

My hands hit the G-spot and I let it hang there, shocked at the discovery. She was naked down there.

“Exactly my point,” I growled, thrusting a finger inside without warning. Athaliah moaned, briefly shutting her eyes. “Why would you care if he dies? Unless there is something you are not telling me.”

“I… I don’t know what you are talking about, Az.” She stuttered and I slowed the pace of my finger, her eyes opened, bereft with need. A need I could only satisfy, but she needed to work for it.

“I will tell you a story,” I said, using both fingers and moving at a snail’s pace. I could tell she was getting frustrated, and I kissed a spot on her neck, causing her to shiver in my arms. “You and Aaron were the survivors from the last batch sent to the dark forest.”

“Um-hum,” She moaned, and I slowly topped the pace of my fingers, rewarding her truthfulness.

She rewarded me with a loud moan, and let out more of those hot juices I wanted to lap with my tongue – All in due time. A filthy little thing she was.

“Aaron comes back with news that surprises us both.” I continued, it was torture keeping up with both things but I loved every step of it. “You were separated in the dark forest and somehow, he met with Ithra.”

Athaliah’s nose flared at the mention of the Luna’s name but I was there to smoothen the ride. I plunged in a third finger, and it filled her – not as full as I would, but good enough to shut her up.

“Like that?” I asked, moving slowly, and driving her crazy with need.

“Azriel.” She gasped, “What are you trying to do?”

“You.” I smirked, and with one hand, tore her gown in half.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.