Alpha's Cursed Luna

ALEXANDER

If Elijah hadn't reminded me the consequences of attacking an alpha in his territory, that person's head would have already been rolling to the ground right fucking now.

It irks my wolf that we hadn't been able to release much of our anger towards the man.

Besides, why the fuck would they smell the same fucking way and even look like they just got out of the fucking shower?

I could feel my wolf still pacing back and forth within me.

Nevertheless, I clench my fists and grit my teeth in an attempt to quench my thirst for his blood. The bastard who is currently throwing daggers at me as his servants slip on a robe over my naked body. I stood to my feet, feeling my balls dangle before one omega tied the hem of the robe around my waist.

Her cheeks flushed and I could feel her gaze flicker over my chest, trailing down my rock-hard eight-pack abs. She bit her lip, shamelessly fantasizing something in her head while eye-raping me. I rolled my eyes inwardly in annoyance, letting out a thunderous growl to rumble in my chest that instantly made her step back, trembling.

Fuck, I don't even care anymore.

I dart my eyes to my mate, looking back at me with those beautiful eyes that always captivated me. Every. Damn. Time.

In a flash, I stood right before her.

"Why did you come here?" She squeaked, almost as if she was forbidding herself to cry.

I lift my hand and cup her chin gently.

"I came for you, my love,” What else would I come here for?

"You shouldn't have come..."

Her hands are trembling, and her shoulders are tense. Her head lowered so she could only stare at the ground.

"Eleanor, what are you--"

"Stay away!"

Then, she turned her back, clenching her fists by her sides making me furrow my brows.

"She was chased by rogues.”

I snap my head to the bastard's direction. Glaring daggers at him as he fixed his robe.

He is looking straight at me, holding my gaze firm and cold.

"It's either they're trying to rape her, or kill her. Pick one." He says.

My heartbeat sped up, making me snap my eyes to my mate. I knitted my brows closer together, squeezing my fists into balls.

Intense heat rushed throughout my entire body, and I feel my eyes shift into bright, shimmering gold.

"Rogues?" His words fueled the intense rage burning within me.

So that's the danger our mate bond's making me feel back then.

"Not just rogues. Warriors from Victor's pack.”

Her father?

I don't understand.

Why would that man...

"It doesn't matter.” She whispers.

Eleanor's voice is surprisingly calm.

She turns back around, facing me.

The way she looked at me with those blood-red eyes hit me differently. It felt like a sharp dagger has been lurched deep into my throat.

Something changed, yet I couldn't quite put my finger into it.

Nevertheless, I reached for my alpha strength, taking all my courage to toughen up and hide the pain reflecting through my eyes.

"Names," I growled. My large veins are popping out of my arms, and I feel one pulsing on the right side of my head.

"I will rip their fucking heads clean off,”

Eleanor looks at me, shaking her head.

"No, you won't be ripping heads off at this point, Alpha Alexander.’ She says.

Sighing, I ambled to grab her hand but she swiftly pulled it back away, as if she had a strong aversion to my touch

I stare back at her, tilting my head sideways in confusion. Loki, however, is starting to feel like he's being rejected in an indirect type of way. I frown.

“Eleanor, what did I tell you about---"

“This” She pointed a finger back and forth between our bodies and said,

“Isn't going to work.”

I froze.

"What?" My eyes widened as I stared down at her in utter disbelief, tossing my arms to my sides. She takes a deep breath while closing her eyes then opening them again to meet my gaze

She steps forward. Her five feet height compelling her to lift her chin higher just to look back into my eyes.

She displayed a cold and indifferent expression on her face. But it was contrary to the look of pain evident in her crimson eyes.

“I'm saying.." She whispers.

The next moment she blinked, and that look of pain swiftly disappeared in her eyes, as if it was never there.

She meets my gaze head on.

"I, Eleanor Raven, hereby reject--"

My wolf growls whilst I grab her instinctively by the back of her head. Pulling her in close then crashing my lips onto hers.

She gasps on my lips and tries to squirm away, but I knew I'll never be able to let her go. Not after what she just tried to do.

Reject me? Loki growls thunderously inside my head, clearly pissed and at the same time, afraid of being rejected by our mate. And for no good reason.

I use both my arms to lock her in my chest, feeling her full, bouncy breasts push up against my front. Almost immediately, I feel my dick harden beneath my pants, and I know she felt it too as her eyes widened. She lets her gaze trail down my jeans but I forced her eyes back to my face. My eager mouth then continues to devour her luscious lips and I don't plan on doing it any other way. I gnaw at her lower lip, kissing her fiercely as I intend to show her she's mine. And she'll forever be mine for as long as I live.

Just when I was about to slip my tongue into her sweet mouth, someone grabbed me by the back of my shirt and swung me harshly towards the brick wall

I grunted as my back hit the hard wall with a strong thud. The wall cracked from the impact and I hear Eleanor gasp in her spot.

Dust trickles down my face, blurring my vision.

A man's figure is approaching me and I waste no time to get the fuck up and launch right at him. Soon my vision started to clear up and I focused my eyes on the face of the man before me.

"She didn't want to." Ezekiel lets out a low growl, making my wolf all hyped up for a fight yet again. "You.." I squint my eyes at him, whilst he smirked at me before taking a step closer to Eleanor's side. My face darkened as my own jealousy begins to dominate my mind and block all reasoning and urge for restraint.

"Get the fuck away from her.." I say under gritted teeth. A deep, low grow! reverberated through my chest, warning the bastard Ezekiel with a matching deathly glare.

"Why don't you ask her?”

He glances at my mate whose shocked expression now shifted into her previous cold and indifferent one.

"Eleanor?"

She bites her lower lip before taking a step forward towards me. Determination swirled in her blood-red eyes, telling me she's ready for what she's about to do next.

"I, Eleanor Raven, hereby reject you, Alexander Wade, to be my mate.”

Her words felt like a thousand daggers thrusted deep into my heart, shattering it into a million broken pieces until it arrives to a state where it can no longer be repaired nor glued back to the way it once was.

I could hear Vera and the others gasp in the background, but the pain is making me feel all hazy to even notice at the moment.

Grabbing the shirt on my chest, I let my knees fall to the cold, hard ground, averting my eyes away from my so-called mate.

I grunt in pain. Her rejection instantly broke off our connection, broken our bond in the most excruciating ways.

Forcing my head to look up at her, I dare to open my mouth and ask,

"Why?" My voice was hoarse, vision blurry and head spinning in a daze.

I watch bitterly as she held her breath, pursing her lips firmly together before opening her mouth to speak.