I'm the Alpha's Mate

Chapter 14

"No actually. I have a favor to ask."

"And what could that be?"

Alpha Kenn sounds like a tricky man, one who finds pleasure in playing with people, feeding off of their needs. I know I am about to make myself vulnerable, giving him the power to say yes or no, but I do not have a choice at the moment. "I need your help. It has to do with your Uncle."

"Ah. Am I about to discover why you held such interest in him?"

Almost every sentence that leaves his mouth is a question, which makes me feel things I do not know how to label. "Yes, it is a long story. I need to know more about him, how he thought, how he acted, what he believed. I was hoping I could come for a visit. Being an Alpha and all is demanding work, but maybe you could find some time for me."

"I suppose I could dig up some time for you, and a visit, it would be lovely to meet you. Will your mate be joining?"

"No. He is quite busy. It would be a few of my guards and me," I explain, not worried by his suggestive question.

"Well, alright. When should I be expecting you?"

I did not think it would be so easy. An exchange of questions and sentences and suddenly I have the approval to visit Alpha Kenn. All I have to do now is convince Sebastian that I will be safe and sound in the presence of said Alpha, which I am expecting to be challenging half of my conquest.

The idea came to me so abruptly that I skipped over my newly learned lesson of thinking before acting. It would have been selfish thinking but thinking overall. I am incredibly eager to leave tomorrow if all goes right, but I did not go over the concept to returning to my old pack, the pack where I was hidden away for most of my days. Obviously, no one will recognize me, but I do not want similar feelings to bury themselves in my head again, ones of loneliness and unworthiness. Is there a chance that my parents could be there, could they have gone back? It is a minuscule chance but one overall. Since the Alpha has stayed away from the pack, maybe they saw it fit to return. It is a hopeful and nerve-racking thought that I do not know how to process. What if I see them again?

My good idea has turned into something sour tasting. Am I going to continue with it? Of course.

Soon enough night casts over me as I stand in the kitchen alone. Marina has gone home and the moons eerie glow seeps around me, making the countertops look bleached. The window is wide open, and I stare out of it, though not looking for stalking eyes this time. "Where is she?" I ask the moon goddess, cutting straight to the point. "I've been patient. She talks to you, so where is she?"

"I am afraid that I cannot share her private exchanges."

My eyes harden on her as she tends to illuminate the room. "What do you mean you can't? Since when have rules been established?"

"It has always been this way. You simply did not know of others like you."

I gawk at her. "What if she's in danger? What is she's dead?"

"Maybe you will feel it."

"Maybe isn't good enough. I feel a lot of things right now, and one of them is an annoyance."

Her beautiful eyes cease to judge me.

"Evangeline."

Turning to the doorway I notice Sebastian coming inside, and the moon goddess swiftly leaves me. "Is everything alright?" He asks. "What are you doing down here alone?"

He must be assuming my paranoia is returning, as I was facing the window and staring out into the forest very harshly. "I was just waiting for you to get back. I called Alpha Kenn, and he said I could visit, that we could talk about the Alpha, his Uncle."

Sebastian nods absently and stands beside me, now looking out into the night sky himself. "Is it selfish to want you to stay?"

"I'll be safe. I'll have the guards and protection from—"

"Not because of safety. Because I'll simply miss you."

Maybe it is the sudden rush of acceptance or desire through my body, but I find it difficult to look at him, and if I do I may just act before thinking it over.

"I-I would feel the same if I was in your position. Even if it is only for a few days I will miss you too, but it's for the best, for time together with no worries or fea—"

In one quick and smooth motion, Sebastian tilts my head up, so my eyes have no choice but to connect with his, exposing myself. He says nothing before gently placing his lips on mine, bringing back the pleasant feelings I have only felt once before. Now somewhat familiar with the process, I too move my lips along with his, following his lead as he takes over my mind and bleeds inside of me. It is not the same as before, this kiss, this connection is clouded with impulse and craving. What started off as soft and delicate, has now molded into something hungry. I have gone from a step to a leap.

He guides me and unexpectedly my back bumps into something cold and hard. My palm presses against it, recognizing the surface to be the refrigerator. Sebastian pulls away only enough so that our lips barely brush against each other. "I would do anything for you Evangeline," he murmurs against me. "I would kill for you."

Maybe it is our dark surroundings, or the fire lit inside of me, but part of me is fueled by his words, ignited by the idea of a man killing for my protection. This animalistic side is being fed, and it grows.

"Really?" I mumble after another brief and aching kiss.

"Yes, easily."

The darkness drips out of me and pools on the floor, drowning us in the vast, inky, pit of manipulation. This half of me cannot be repressed anymore. She is dying to be free, to be released from the cage inside. Sebastian's hand grips her back and pushes her body against his, making us as close as we can be. His lips leave mine cold as he trails hot, damp, kisses down her neck, making me bite the inside of my cheek to stop my mind from giving in.

"Sebastian," I whisper.

"Don't stop," she begs.

My head begins to feel dizzy.

"Wait, no," I mumble, and he backs off of me. Leaning against the refrigerator, I grab on to steady myself.

"Are you alright?"

His face is cluttered with concern, but I shake my head. "I think I'm going to pass out."

Immediately he sits me down at the counter, and I press my cheek to the chilled, sleek stone, letting it refresh my spinning head. My eyes close as I greedily take in the coolness, enjoying the sensation against my warm skin. "I'm sorry," I say lowly. "I'm a little overwhelmed, I think."