Page 32 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
It’s not possible. No way. She can’t be here!? What the fuck is the Moon Goddess thinking, throwing us together all the time? This is a freaking underground club, not a place Celine frequents. Not that I know her, but I assume in my mind that she doesn’t visit this club.
Shit.
I look around, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. There she is. She moves so elegantly, like a breeze. Of all the women I’ve ever met, she is by far the most graceful. Classy and smart, without being snobbish. No one compares to her.
I groan. Fuck, what am I even thinking?
I try to will my thoughts away, but suddenly the room feels even more suffocating than before, like the walls are getting closer to me. Oh no, please, no… My mind starts to spin. I’m an alpha’s son, crowded rooms shouldn’t bother me.
No one will ever love you.
“Stop it,” I mutter as if it will truly stop my memories and thoughts from spiraling.
No one will—
“I know,” I hiss.
To stop my destructive thoughts from flooding my mind, I look around again. I notice how Celine leaves the room through a side door, and in an attempt to flee from my thoughts, I follow her. Cyrus is pushing forward so much now it’s hard to control him. I’m not sure which one of us is even in control anymore, him or me?
Exiting through the same door, I expect Celine to have left already, but to my surprise, she’s still here. She’s just leaning against the wall, her back towards the door. Cyrus takes control so fast I don’t have time to react properly. Grabbing her by the arm, Cyrus spins Celine around and pulls her into him. She feels so warm against our chest. Fuck, she feels great.
For a split second, her expression is one of shock, but she recovers fast. Celine places her hand on my shoulder and shoves me back with a strength I didn’t know she possessed. Something in her eyes flashes before turning silver. She just let her wolf forward, and I’m surprised how effortless it was.
Her wolf keeps staring at us. I can feel Cyrus going crazy in my head.Mate, mate, mate,he repeats over and over again.
Stop it, Cyrus. We can’t just assault her and force the mate bond! She doesn’t want us.
You know what?he yells at me.She doesn’t want us because you ruined it for us! This is what you should have done when you first saw her! She would have wanted us then.
With my entire remaining strength, I will Cyrus to the back of my head again, noting how he basically curls up there and shows me his back. Great.
I let go of Celine instantly.
She looks at me thoughtfully. “Everything alright? Seems like your more charming counterpart had control for a moment.”
Is she teasing me, or does she really deem Cyrus more likeable than me? Goodness, why does she have to be so beautiful? She’s wearing her hair down tonight. It’s straight and looks almost golden. And she’s showing off her perfectly toned body in those tight jeans, and her freaking top is practically see-through. “I don’t want you,” I mutter more to myself than to her.
She laughs dryly, without any humor. “Yeah, I believe I received that memo already. But thanks for the reminder.”
Her eyes darken before a flash of silver passes through them once more. Other than that, her expression hasn’t changed. It’s so fucking hard to tell what she thinks and feels. I’ve never met such a proud and stoic woman before. That’s so freaking annoying and hot at the same time.
Fuck, she’s hot.
I hate the mate bond.
Her lips… her freaking beautiful, perfect lips, and that scent of hers. I can’t even blame Cyrus anymore, I’m on autopilot. Without thinking, I find myself leaning forward and claiming her lips. She freezes before she pushes me back and punches me square on the jaw. I groan from the impact, my mind sobering a bit. Shit, that hurt, but I deserved it.
“Just so we are clear,” she hisses. “Your wolf seeking my contact is one thing, but what gives you the right to touch me!? After all, you’ve continuously reminded me every time we’ve seen each other that you don’t want me?”
Yeah, even I know that wasn’t right. “Sorry.”
She stares at me, looking confused and bewildered. What? Because I apologized or because I kissed her?
Celine breaks eye contact momentarily and sighs. She looks defeated. All this time, I’ve wanted to see her hurt, but now that she is, it doesn’t make me feel good like I’d expected. “You don’t want me,” she states. “At least have the decency to stay away from me.”
I nod dejectedly, watching her turn around and leave towards the door leading to the club.And how was that better than what I did!?Cyrus demands to know.
It wasn’t,I admit, carefully touching the spot beneath my left eye. It’s sensitive to the touch, and there is probably going to be one hell of a bruise. Good thing I have wolf healing and won’t have to answer any questions tomorrow. However, I probably won’t escape Aryanna’s questions.
