The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

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Beware... For happiness does not last for eternity. It comes, but when it goes, sadness descends with severity.

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Celeste blew out a breath of adoration, eyes trained on the handsome boy standing with a tall masculinity on the podium.

His lips were drawn into a thin line, his expression as blank as a sheet of paper and yet his beauty outranked every werewolf standing on the meeting grounds; both men and women.

Celeste wasn't sure how he did it, but every single thing he did made her heart flutter and her legs weak. He was the centre of her attention despite the many other people scattered around the vicinity.

His eyes...

His lips...

His body...

Every single aspect of him called out to her, but in what way could she respond?

Certainly not by confessing that she had many times drooled while watching him and certainly not by hunting him a darn rabbit!

But either way she chose to respond, it was no secret that he was out of her league; for one, he was the future alpha of this pack and added to that ball of misfortune, was the fact that he was her sister's boyfriend.

Tonight, twelve o'clock on the dot, would be the day they officially became mates.

You see, tomorrow was his birthday, the day he'd be able to scent his true mate and the celebration was on the brink of starting.

The yard was full of mated and unmated wolves and women from the Forester pack as well as other packs stood in deep anticipation, praying to the heavens that they'd be the one.

Celeste stood in that deep anticipation too. Though her sister was ninety nine percent his mate, she couldn't help but hope to be the remaining one percent.

At least then she'd have a teeny weeny chance to steal him from her b*tch of a sister.

Her sister... It's a hassle to even call her that. She didn't act like a big sister much less a distant family member.

At school, Celeste was a victim to verbal abuse. The kids there always taunted her and instead of taking her side, her sister would always take theirs.

'Why is Celeste so ugly when Celia is sooo pretty?'

'Aren't they suppose to be twins?'

'Why is one hot and the other is not?'

It was a struggle to go to school everyday. She was the nobody, the odd one out and Celia was the one on top. She got everything she wanted, even mom and dad favoured her, leaving Celeste with no one, absolutely no one to turn to.

Sad isn't it? But Celeste was use to it by now.

With a sigh, she glanced at the woman next to her who kept whispering... "One minute left, one minute left, one minute left."

It was annoying, but it made Celeste's anticipation rise to a higher heights. In one minute, her world would turn upside down and she knew it.

The guy she had a crush on for years was about to fall in the hands of another. She didn't want to see that happen, especially when her sister's palm was stretched right open.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she took a shaky step back, eyes glancing at her life long crush one last time before turning her back.

Her steps took her down the dark path of the pack lands, her hands buried in her pockets and her heart buried in sadness.

If not Zillon Macre, then who would be her mate?

Nobody else made her feel the way he did, he was like an angel to her. Everything about him was perfect, even when he was glaring or pouting.

But he wasn't hers and she had to live with tha—

With a certain suddenness, a hand grabbed onto hers, squeezing her wrist in a vice grip.

A frightened gasp left Celeste's lips and without much thought, she turned to look at the perpetrator.

It was him, Zillon Macre, her angel.

His eyes were a blazing orange, signalling that his wolf had completely taken over and his blood red lips were drawn back in a sneer even as he pulled her against his thick and muscular chest.

"Mine." He grunted, arms encasing her in a very tight embrace. "Mate."

Those two words caused both Celeste's heart and body to freeze.

Mine...?

Mate...?

What was he talking about?

Did he think she was Celia?

Ignoring the denseness of her heart and the pleasurable sparks that seeped out of his touch, she pushed away from him. "Celia is somewhere in the dispersing crowd, I'm not yours, I'm not your mate."

Zillon's head tilted to the side, jaws clenching, grip tightening. "Mine...Mate...Mine!"

He pulled her back against him, nose latching onto the very crook of her neck where he proceeded to deeply inhale her scent. "Mark mate."

And without her consent, he did just that. His teeth had extracted and into the soft skin of her neck was where they intrusively sank.

A cry of pain and pleasure had descended from her lips and like a dead man, she fell against his chest, lips ajar as she panted to catch her breath.

She tried to steady herself, but when the strong scent of the man who held her swept across her nose, her weak knees buckled and against his chest she fell again.

She was just 19, she wasn't at the age to scent out her mate as yet, but now that she carried his mark...his scent was rather strong, comforting and arousing.

Lotus flowers and freshly chopped wood.

It calmed her heart and inside her head, her wolf consistently whispered... "Mate...mate...mate..."

Pride from her wolf filled her chest and amongst it was a flourishing happiness. After all, the moon goddess had granted her her wish.

She was mated to Zillon Macre, and on her neck was where his mark of eternity laid.

Nothing could tear them apart when this mark bonded them together, but only minutes later, she found that there was indeed something or rather someone who could tear them apart.

Not her sister or her parents, but Zillon, her own mate...

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Beware of this tricky thing called happiness, for it is the gateway to sadness.

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The world before Celeste's eyes had turned upside down.

Her life...

Her choices...

Everything had tilted to the left and Celeste was not grateful to the moon goddess for that.

She got her wish, but the odds weren't at all in her favour.

Her mate; Zillon Macre wasn't as angelic as he seemed.

He was a beast, a man with no conscience, a man without a heart.

He treated her as if she was a toilet, but even so, her heart still beat for him.

Whenever he was around, her lungs felt as light as a puff of cloud and his scent; it's uniqueness as well as it's sweetness calmed her diligently. The matebond was quite prominent between them, but for the two days that Celeste knew him as her mate, all he kept mentioning was her sister.

He didn't see her as his mate, he made that very clear the night he marked her.

That night when the orange colour in his eyes had dispersed to obsidian, he had shoved her away from him as if she was a contagious virus. He had regarded her with a glare and the words he had uttered later could've killed her on spot.

'Pitiful...you're my mate? It's a struggle to even look at you, how in heaven's name would I live with you? That mark on your neck, forget about it, my wolf marked you, not me...my mark belongs to Celia.'

Celeste's heart had almost collapsed. It had been hard for her to breathe, more so when he had spat repulsively on the ground then continued to hurt her with his harsh words.

'The only reason I won't reject you is because omegas die in the process and as future alpha protecting my pack is my main priority, not killing them. Move in in two days, I can't have the pack members thinking that I'm in anyway a bad mate.'

And then he had left Celeste on the pack grounds with a shattered heart. Her eyes had followed him until he was out of view and her wolf kept howling in her head.

It was painful; to be mated to someone who didn't want you, but even after he shunned her with those words, she believed that the matebond would help him realize that the moon goddess did not make mistakes. If they were mated, then they must've been mated for a reason.

With a sad sigh, Celeste shoved her last piece of clothing in her suitcase. It was time to face him now, the two days which she had been so anxious through had passed and now it was time to move into Zillon's house.

She wanted to go, dwelling close to her crush was a dream come through, but there was this doubt within her.

What if he still proceeded to treat her bad?

To harshly remind her that she wasn't who he really wanted?

That would break her; physically and mentally.

It would make her feel insufficient and unwanted.

It would make her feel even more lonely than she had been.

All her life, Celeste walked alone, her parents didn't pay her much attention because they gave it all to Celia and at school, she had no friends.

Previously she had prayed for a mate, one she could freely talk to and one who'd...just always be there.

Zillon was number one on her list, but it seems he wasn't capable of being the mate she always wanted.

Zipping her suitcase closed, she hauled it to the rectangular board hinged onto thick concrete. She twisted the knob situated on it and with a frustrated breath, she pulled the door open, not hesitating to step through.

Her steps took her down the creaky, wooden stairs and as soon as she stepped down the last one, she was bombarded by her parents.

"Celeste, are you sure you want to move in so soon?"

Celeste looked over at her mom with nonchalant eyes. She sounded worried didn't she?

Well the factuality of it all was that she was only worried about Celia.

"Yes mom, he told me to move in, remember?"

"Yes but...b-" she cleared her throat and looked over at her mate; Williams. "Honey, tell her."

Williams; Celeste's father as well as the pack's beta sighed. "Why is it that I'm the one who always explains?"

"Because honey, you're very good at speaking your mind, especially when it comes to things that normal people might find it hard to say."

"So I'm not normal?"

"Not in the slightest bit, so tell her."

With another sigh, the beta looked over at his daughter. "Look Celeste, we think this; you moving in with your mate won't work. We believe it will only proceed to pull you and your sister apart. Zillon is your sister's boyfriend and furthermore, your mate. It will be impossible to share."

Celeste squinted her eyes as she blankly stared at him. "Why would we have to share?" She shrugged. "He's my mate, according to the pack's tradition, it's mandatory that he chooses me."

"But will he choose you?"

That question stabbed Celeste right in the heart and the feigned strength that had resided around her, quickly faded.

Would he choose her?

They were mates, but he didn't necessarily have to chose her. It's rare but sometimes mates rejected each other.

The procedure was painful, so much so that omegas like celeste cannot live through it, but Celeste wouldn't get rejected, would she?

She wouldn't die all because she was unwanted by not just her mate but everyone, right?

Nothing of that sorts will happen to her...right?

Right. Because Celeste wouldn't let it. She'd give him her all and in the end, he wouldn't have a choice but to choose her.

Nodding confidently to herself, she walked between her parents, hauling the suitcase behind her. "I'm not sure, I guess I'll just have to move in to find out."

"Celest..."

Celeste fanned her mother off and continued on her way, meeting the last resident in the house by the doorway, her big sister. She smiled faintly, the crook of her lips obviously fake. "I guess I'll see you soon."

"You will be seeing me soon," Celia replied. "When my Zillon kicks you out."

With a lack of energy, of battle strength..."Ye, well I guess you're right Celia." Celeste replied.

"He should just reject you, at least then I'd get rid of my repetition."

A repetition? Celeste's heartbeat quickened, her eyes darting over to the dull, white walls. "Is that what I was? It's funny how I'm just finding out." She chuckled, fingers clenching tight around the handle of her suitcase. "You should've told me sooner."

"I should've, I don't know what stopped me from making it known how unwanted you are. You're just an extra to mom and dad, and someone easily replaceable by their own mate. But go now, you'll find out on your journey, how insignificant you can be."

Celeste's eyes almost watered as she made her way outside. She knew her sister was right, no matter how she tried to deny it, she really was insignificant.

Nobody wanted her... But it was okay...as long as she wanted herself.