Page 35 of The Alpha Wolf's Bullied Bride

Maybe I was never meant to have a wolf.

I make peace with the notion, my eyes closed as I’m lost in a deep space of pure bliss. Flynn’s thrusts grow shallower, his grunts and moans getting louder just as my walls contract and squeeze his cock inside me. He groans deeply, spilling out hot ropes in my depths while fucking me through my high. I feel his hot breath on my face and part my lips in anticipation of his kiss,until he suddenly stops thrusting and becomes silent. My eyelids snap open in confusion, only to find him tensed over me.

“Flynn…?" I ask when I can barely hear the sound of him breathing. “Flynn?” I ask with more sternness, lifting a hand to touch his cheek.

As soon as my fingertips make contact with his skin, he gasps and snaps out of the daze he’d been in. His eyes return to their natural gold color, horror washing over his face.

“No…it can’t be…” he shakes his head, quickly scrambling off the bed while he stares at me accusingly. He grabs his pants and quickly dresses, not softening the glare of daggers he throws me.

This time, my heart pounds from fear as he frowns at me. Why does he wear a look of deep regret?

Was having sex with me such a big mistake?

All I know is that I feel crushed as I watch him storm out of the bedroom without a single glance back. I feel like I’ve just been used as all the emotions I’d been hiding behind those walls I built come raining down on me.

The shattering of my heart as tears flow from my eyes isn’t worth the fleeting moment of passion we just shared. I should have known better than to cave to my baser desires. Now, it’s too late. I’ve crossed a bridge there’s no coming back from.’

Chapter 12 - Flynn

Everything around me becomes a blur as I rush down the flight of stairs, oblivious of my surroundings in my quest for fresh air. With my racing heartbeat matching every step I take, I throw open the door and finally breathe in the crisp night air.

It’s still not enough, forcing me out into the shadows toward the woods where I can’t be seen. My mind feels like it’s about to explode, so I clutch both hands on either side of my head until I’m deep into the forest.

Afraid that I’m going to stumble on a pair of feet that feels like both are left-sided, I will my wolf to the fore and crash forward on cushioned paws. A rippling cry rumbles through me from my chest and escapes my throat as a magnificent howl toward the moon.

The influx of emotions crashes into me like a thunderous storm, distorting everything I once knew to be true. When the powerful sound from my chest is depleted, I drop my wolf head and fall onto my belly with the weight of what I’ve just discovered.

Lila Hargis is not just my mate.

She is…

“Your fated mate,”my inner wolf confirms in a flat tone, loud enough so I’d catch its voice above the pervasive sound of ringing in my ears. I press my eyelids shut, trying to get a hold of my thoughts while fighting the urge to go back inside and embrace my fated mate.

I can barely wrap my head around it, the shock keeping me pinned in place as I try to regain my composure and sift through the endless thoughts in my mind.

It can’t be that Lila is my fated mate.

My wolf eyes blink fervently as if I’ll finally wake up from this dream. But Lila’s sweet scent like jasmine fields still lingers all around me, my wolf body bathing in those pheromones she left on my human flesh.

It was only when I spilled my seed deep inside her core, touching the depths of her womanhood, that I discovered the truth. Joined in the most primal act, the natural execution of the mating process between two preternatural creatures, I’d heard my inner wolf cry out that she was my fated mate. Right before it mentally smirked, as if satisfied that I finally understood why I felt drawn to her. The entire act was out of this world, her supple body beneath me pulsing with the sweet scent of jasmine while her every gasp and moan filled my ears with the sweetest song.

I should have known! I chastise internally, feeling like a fool for spending so much time trying to ignore my innate feelings and even going as far as rejecting her. All because of the “image” I was hell-bent on maintaining.

An image that would naturally exceed the bounds of an Alpha’s reign if he were to find his “fated” mate.

A fated mate means receiving the mystical, ancient gifts passed down from generation to generation. It skipped two generations, and the Lycoan family had been counting on Finch to find his fated mate.

Until he passed, and all hope was lost.

It was something I didn’t even consider for myself, being the second-born son in the family. Once Finch died, I knew I had to prove myself and make up for never being able to bring those mystical gifts to the pack. I had to work harder, I had to ensure I didn’t taint my image with any kind of mistake, least of all beingseen with the Omega, only for her to turn out to be the key to those magical gifts.

This is something I do not deserve.

Not after how I’ve treated her. A fated mate yields the most respect, the most honor, the Alpha having to worship the ground his Luna walks on.

I have failed dismally. Perhaps that’s why I have yet to discover the gifts that would naturally come to me in a fated mate union. I am undeserving of such a fate, and my fated mate is a wolf-less Omega.

Perhaps this is my punishment.

---