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It’s all I want. To taste and give and gorge myself on the reward after.
“Give me what’s mine, female.” My fangs descend, the audible click causing her eyes to widen. For her chest to release a shuddering breath. “Come for me.”
“Xadiel, I’m—”
“Going to listen to your mate like the good girl you are.” Not a question, and she complies when I graze her clit with the tip of one fang. That’s all it takes and she lets go so prettily, soaking my lips and chin, drowning me in that heavenly scent of jasmine and her sweet come.
My reaction is automatic. Near savage.
Before she realizes what’s happening, her legs are dangling off the floor and the skirt of her dress is caught between us. My arm is curled around her waist—teeth are at her neck. The flesh there smells so good and I lick right over her pulse point, the vein throbbing against my tongue while my chest rises and falls fast.
Mark mate. Break her skin.
“You’re mine, little female. I’ll always treasure the innocence you saved for me.” The words leave me on a gravelly tone a second before I bite down, breaking the skin, and that first taste of her blood, pure and decadent, brings everything into focus.
The jerk of my cock and the come shooting from the tip and onto the juncture between her thighs. I’d lost myself to the mate pull. Pinned and legs closed, I was thrusting between them while using her wetness as lubricant. Then, there’s the sense of completion that boils through me, clashing with betrayal, and I rip my teeth from her neck, leaving behind cut flesh.
The imprint of my teeth is visible, yet somehow, I didn’t penetrate deep enough.
“Xadiel?” Isabella asks, her voice shaky while reaching a hand out toward me as I step back, dropping my hold altogether. She stumbles a bit but doesn’t fall. Instead, hurt settles across her features before she rights herself. There’s also anger in her blue eyes, so much of it my chest aches, yet I ignore it.
“What did you do to me, Witch?” I sneer, spitting the last word with venom, angry with myself for losing focus and forgetting what she is. Who her mother is. “Answer me.”
“Do what, Wolf?” Taking a step forward, she matches my stance. Even her anger is attractive, and I hate her all the more for doing this to me. For being the gift, the moon goddess made mine. “You attacked me. You touched me.”
The wolf whimpers in my head; he doesn’t like seeing that she’s upset. More so, with us.
Yet I don’t stop. It’s too much and my emotions become tumultuous—wrathful—as Mum’s dead body flashes through my mind. How much pain this caused my family and kingdom. The threat Bartolo made not an hour ago.
“Whatever this was ends here.” Fur sprouts across my limbs, the animal within fighting for control. Stand down. This bond will not control. We can’t be. “I, Xadiel—”
“This was your third chance, Alpha King Evergreen. No more.” Not Xadiel, but Alpha King, and the connotation to the title is acerbic. Hurt. Isabella’s not looking at me; her shining eyes are trained somewhere over my shoulder. There’s also no anger in her tone, but even if I want to respond, I don’t. Can’t. “Now I have a promise to fulfill.”
I’m frozen as I watch her exit the room.
I’m unable to so much as say her name.
Yet one thing does break through, and it’s my beta.
Alpha, Bartolo has escaped. We can’t find him.
12
ISABELLA
A ferocious roar rocks the walls all around me as I search for a way out. I’m hurt and alone, and the physical manifestation of his true emotions burns me. The wound stings, and I feel the trickling of blood as he didn’t seal it with his saliva—know it will heal without any signs of it ever being there.
My promise was not in vain.
And as much as it kills me to do so, I reject this bite. Him.
He bit me in the heat of the moment and not because of love—acceptance. What’s more, a part of me knew this would happen, and yet I’d let my heart rule over common sense. Two paths, and one comes with tears; Xadiel doesn’t want me—a truth I have to accept now.
Maybe this is my road to peace. To a life of solitude, yet freedom.
Rejections after being accepted by both parties, even while frowned upon by our kind, can be surpassed with time. There will always be a hole in my heart, a piece of my soul missing, but I will get past this.
I vow it.
