Page 38 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

Shoving the sheets away with a grunt, I sit up.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely register the faint sound of footsteps approaching. The sharp voice from outside makes me frown.

“No, I don’t want the new warriors pulled out of their training for this. Get the veterans. Pay them ten or even twenty percent extra to sweeten the deal, but I don’t want my new guys out there, untrained and unprotected. We need to give them time?—”

Before I can even think of covering myself, the door clicks open.

Vanessa’s eyes widen, her lips parting in a moment of surprise before she composes herself, the phone still clutched in her hand. “I’ll call you back,” she whispers before locking the door behind her. I sigh.

“Theron, please, just—let me help you,” she breathes out, her voice trembling. “Just once.”

I glance around for the discarded sheets and find them bunched up in a heap near the bathroom.

It’s not my lucky day.

Vanessa slips her dress off her shoulders, letting it pool by her feet as she climbs into bed in her underwear, getting between my legs.

“Please?” she whispers, and I throw my head back.

The next second, her mouth wraps around my length.

No preamble, no talk, just action.

I shiver at the cold sensation.

My cock immediately softens inside her mouth.

I sigh again and try to move away. Anyone else would take the hint and drop it, but to Vanessa, everything is a challenge. She thinks she can make anyone feel alive.

Her fingers wrap around the base, holding it in place and stroking it, while her mouth works the tip. She starts letting out some fake moans, signaling her supposed interest in sucking my limp cock.

I scowl as I watch her head bob, feeling her saliva coating my entire length. The slick wetness is repulsive.

“Vanessa,” I say, running my fingers through her hair.

More moans.

I gently grab her hair, holding her in place and stopping all movement, before pulling out of her mouth and jumping out of bed.

I hear her frustrated sigh as I head straight to the bathroom. Having learned my lesson the last few times, I lock the door behind me.

The knob clicks behind me a few times before I hear her sigh from outside.

“I understand you’re struggling, but shutting everyone out won’t solve anything.” The pack’s talking, and it’s not just about us. We need to face this together. You need to let me help you, Theron. I’m your luna.”

I tune her voice out and pull the laminated photo from the tight space behind the vanity mirror, kissing the lips behind the plastic before putting it back. I lean in closer to the bunch of lilies in the vase, breathing in their fresh scent.

“I miss you, my Seren-hen,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“You think you’re the only one stuck in this?” Vanessa hisses from outside, her voice rising. “You’re not the only one without their fated mate. But while I’ve been picking up the pieces, you’re checked out. What about me?”

I want to feel bad for Vanessa, and I do. Most of the time. She was made to bet on a horse that’s broken. I understand how she has also been pushed into this. I even told her to go after her mate when she first told me about him. No one needs to know. The guy is part of the king’s pack, apparently a lower-ranked guy. I suggested we move him to Blackwood. She refused.

Turning on the shower, I let the hot water cleanse my skin.

Giving up on a fated mate is senseless. I guess hindsight is always twenty-twenty.

When I first discovered that Seren, of all people, was my mate, I couldn’t believe it. I immediately attributed all my feelings for her to the bond. I told myself if that wasn’t there, nothing would exist between us. I thought I should explore to see what else I could get.

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