Page 37 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

At home, I dump my bag on the floor and head straight to the bathroom. My heart pounds as I tear open the first test, my hands trembling slightly. I follow the instructions with shaky precision, then force myself to wait.

I spend the next five minutes praying.

Since I’ve only ever been with Theron, I know if I’m pregnant I’m in serious trouble. I don’t want a permanent reminder of him. Plus, it would most likely be a werewolf baby. I don’t think my body can handle that.

Five minutes later, I glance at the tests before looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. All three of them display the same result. I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

CHAPTER 14

THERON

“Ah, fuck!”

I thrust harder, arching my hips so I can go deeper as I slowly pick up the pace, building the friction. I feel sweat lacing my back.

My palm circles tight around the top of the headboard for support, making it pound against the wall with each thrust.Thud. Thud. Thud.Like a heartbeat pounding in my ear.

I keep my eyes closed, loving her little silent screams. The intoxicating scent permeates the room, fueling my relentless pace.

Suddenly my body tenses up. My hips move with a desperate rhythm.

“Fuck!”

I’m close.

I try dirty talk.

“Come on, clench around me. Come with me. Come on my cock.”

I start going in hard and fast. I need this release.

Just as I’m on the brink, a soft voice rings out in my head.

“Theron, slower, please.”

My stomach tightens and my hips slow down as if on autopilot.

“Seren,” I whisper as my peak swiftly starts slipping away.

The name slips out again—a desperate plea, this time louder. “Seren. Please.”

My entire focus is consumed by the woman I betrayed.My mate.But my pleas in bed, my screams in the forest, the silent prayers in my mind…nothing brings her back.

The imaginary warmth around me chills almost immediately and a strangled sob erupts from within me as I flop down on the bed.

My eyes fly open to an empty room.

“Fuck!” I pound my fist on the mattress.

The messy sheets beside me mock the absence of the mate I yearn for. It’s my own damn fault for driving her away with my horrible behavior and poor decisions.

I stay there, face down on the sheets, breathing in the rich lilac scent of the perfume I sprayed. While it has hints of what I’m looking for, I know it’s fake. I can smell the chemicals.

I run my palms over the sheets, imagining her here with me, her eyes closed, her body leaning into mine. Sighing. Content. Happy. Titan fighting in my head, wanting to take over.

I’ve lost the two most important beings in my life.

It’s all my fault.

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