Page 12 of Alpha's Hated Mate

I dig my claws into his neck, and he growls against my neck. He hooks his arms under my legs as he thrusts deeper. I can’t hold it back anymore, my moans getting louder, higher, rougher.

And I’m about to come . . .Oh no . . .

He leans his head into mine, and we lock eyes. I’m starting to glow with a reddish light that’s wrapping around him. My legs are shaking, and all that once, I realize how foolish this was.

“W-wait,” I manage to say. “I’m about . . . I’m gonna . . .Oh, Goddess!”

It happens, and my body does something it’s never done before. Hot lava pulses under my skin as I implode, my skin burning like a flame, lighting up my room. My claws dig into him as my body surges and melts all at once. I close my eyes as his moans mix with mine. I don’t dare open them. This is it. What I’ve always been warned about. I’m about to kill another wolf and maybe even myself.What have I done?

His cool lips brush against my neck, and something happens. My legs are still shivering, the sensation is still there, but . . .

“That’s it, baby,” he moans in my ear, his thrust gets deeper and slower. “Let me feel it. Come all over this dick.”

I’m still going, but my body is cooling, mellowing into it like I’m slipping into a bath. I lean into his voice as he encourages me, talking me through the moment, and I settle into a warm feeling inside.

He’s . . . he’s neutralized me. I can’t believe it.

He lifts me off the wall and lays me down on my bed. He takes my arms and pins them over my head as he kisses my neck and runs his tongue down the center of my chest. My toes curl as he raises back up to my lips, thrusting deep and slow as my climax settles within me.

It’s . . . never been like this. I don’t understand it, but right now I don’t care. I want him to do it again. I lock my ankles around his waist and whisper, “Yes . . . yes, Aydan . . . yes . . .”

Chapter Six—Aydan

Even though I woke up in my own bed this morning, I unfortunately know all too well that it wasn’t a dream. Her claw marks cover my shoulders and chest. Her scent still lingers on my clothes.

I’m standing under the warm water of the shower, trying to piece together what the hell happened last night. I wasn’t drunk. In fact, I’d only just gotten to the party when I saw her there in the first place. Damn it, I can’t even blame the alcohol.

I can’t blame anything. Standing that close to her, her scent driving my wolf wild inside, all I could think about was fucking her. From the second I saw her and all the way back to her dorm room, I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And the moment she kissed me, I was doomed. She was all I could see. All I wanted in the world. And just when I thought I’d given over my life for a cheap fuck . . . I hadn’t? As she started to come, the air around us changed. It grew thick and heavy and electric, just like it does right before a big storm. I knew my end was near. And then I kissed her, and it all just went away. For therest of the night, every time she came, all it took was a kiss or a touch in a certain spot and she was back with me.

I don’t understand it at all. I’m not a Neutral. IknowI’m not. A wolf can’t be a Neutral and an Alpha . . . can they? I’ve certainly never heard of such a thing.

I try to piece together bits of my past, looking for any clue that the healers might have missed when I was born. Usually, they test children to determine if they’re a Neutral since, unlike Scarlets, Neutrals look just like any other wolf. But if something was missed, is there anything else about me or my personality that would have given it away if I weren’t an Alpha?

Growing up, I had no particular fondness or aptitude for other creatures that I came across. It’s said that Neutral are great negotiators because they can tap into the heat of someone’s emotions and control them.Control them!I’ve never controlled anyone with anything other than my authority as an Alpha.

I step out of the shower and get myself dressed. There aren’t any classes today, and I guess I should be happy for small favors. I don’t think I could concentrate on the finer merits of Lycan politics today, anyway.

I need to figure out how this happened. More importantly, I need to figure outwhyit happened. None of it makes sense.

As I brush my hair, my phone buzzes. My sister. She probably wants to know what happened to me last night. I sigh and decline the call. I don’t even know what to tell her. Ican’ttell her the truth.

I need answers. Maybe I’m losing my mind. Maybe I should see a doctor or . . .

No. I can’t let this get out. I think back to when I talked to Professor Robertson about Saffron’s scent. She seemed to know more than a little about this kind of thing. Maybe she has some answers for me, and maybe I can ask her to keep all this under wraps.

I check the time as I leave my dorm room. It’s early, still. Hopefully, Professor Robertson is in her office.

“So . . . this is about your friend?”

I’m sitting in Professor Robertson’s office, and she’s looking at me over her glasses. She looks a little messier than usual today in her long sweater and her disheveled blonde hair up in a bun. I sigh and say, “Yes. My friend.”

“And he’s had sex with a Scarlet . . . and lived?”

“No. No. I don’t know. He was just asking me and . . . and he’s embarrassed. That’s why he’s asked me to talk to you.” My mind is weaving the lie fast, trying to divert her attention away from me. “Around campus, they say you know the most about wolf biology and everything. He’s embarrassed because . . . you know, the stigma with Scarlets and all.”

She nods, and I relax a little. “Right, right.” She leans back in her chair and says, “Well, what we know about the mating practices of Scarlets is as fascinating as it is widely misunderstood. For one thing, did you know that it’s not the act of intercourse that’s dangerous? Any wolf can technically go through the motions. It’s the actual orgasm that’s the problem.”

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