My head pounded as I groggily woke up to the sound of clicking, fragmented memories from last night return, the way his hands touched and caressed my skin, his lips everywhere, tasting and devouring me.
Heat rushed to my face, and I rolled over on the hotel bed, praying I didnât just screw my fatherâs enemy, yet I did by the throbbing ache between my thighs. I stared up at the ceiling. My mouth felt dry as the events of the night before came back to me. Instantly, I regretted the stupid decision and poor choice | made.
Click. Click. Click That noise again. Rolling over, I find my mate standing in nothing but his boxer shorts. My eyes trail down his abs to the deep V-line before looking up at him. My wolf stirs, waking inside me, and she nudges forward with me, eye fucking our mate.
Axton smirks, and I knew he could sense her just as I could feel his wolf coming forward last night. He walks over to the bed, stopping at the edge with his phone in his hand, and I eye it suspiciously. Did he just take photos of me naked?
âWhat are you doing?â | groaned while sitting up before falling back down as it made my headache 10x worse. Every part of me hurts, especially between my legs. With effort, I force myself to sit up, and I look around, vigilant.
âWhatâs your wolfâs name?â He asks, and she perks up at his interest in wanting to know. I growl at him.
âNone of your business,â he bristles at my tone as I look around, finding my clothes scattered on the floor when another thought occurs.
âDid you use protection?â I ask, glancing over at him.
âNo, you said you were on the pill,â he shrugs, uncaring as I try to recall that memory but find I canât.
âYou better not have given me some disease,â I snapped at him, furious at him and myself for being so careless.
âWoah, chill out. Iâm clean,â the Alpha says, falling onto the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand.
He crawls up the bed toward the headboard. He tugs me toward him, making me shriek when I crash against this hard chest. His phone is taking : a photo of us together while I push off his chest.
âWhat are you doing? Give me that,â I snarled, reaching for his phone. He pulls it away from me and raises an eyebrow at me.
âDelete it and the others I heard you taking,â I demand. Axton growls at me, but I growl back, straddling his waist to snatch the phone from his hand as he tries to hold it out of my reach. I jab the screen with my finger, only to find he had locked it.
âTell me the password, now, Axton!â I panic. If that photo got out, my father would murder me.
âItâs a bit early in the relationship to be checking my phone, donât you think? Doesnât the whole psycho girlfriend thing start after at least a few months in?â he laughs. I donât.
âPassword now,â I repeat. Axton sighs and holds up his index finger, and I stare at him for a few seconds before looking at the back of the phone to find it has a fingerprint passcode.
I pressed the phone to his finger while he watched me with a smirk on his face. I scroll through his camera roll, deleting them, and growl when I find he was taking photos of me while I slept naked.
âWhy are you getting so upset? Iâm your mate.â He purrs, walking his fingers up my thigh. I slap his hand, but he just laughs, gripping my hips and sliding me lower, so I am sitting directly over his crotch.
âDo you have any idea who I am?â I ask him. He scratches his chin, appearing thoughtful for a second before he smiles.
âYes, Elena Hale. I know exactly whose daughter you are,â he answers.
âAnd you donât have a problem with that?â I ask, a little shocked.
âNope, but I canât wait to see the look on your fatherâs face when he learns I fucked his daughter until she was screaming my name and begging for more,â he taunts. My hand connects with his face, and the impact stings my hand. He rubs his cheek, a taunting smile on his lips.
âYou dare mention last night to anyone, and youâll live to regret it, Axton.â He laughs, reaching for me.
He sits up before I can climb off him, then rolls, forcing me beneath him, and rocks his hips against me.
âThat sounds more like a challenge, Elena. Yet I donât think fucking you will ever be a regret. And your father? He has no say in what I do with my mate,â he says, rocking his hips against me.
I turn my face away from him as he leans down to kiss me, instead focusing back on the phone in my hand. I quickly deleted the photos, doubleâchecking I got rid of them while trying to ignore how hot and tingly my body was getting from him being pressed between my thighs.
âNo one can fight the mate bond, so why are you pretending you arenât affected by it?â He asks, dipping his face into my neck. He inhales my scent and groans lewdly. My wolf purrs loudly like a bloody chainsaw in my head.
I drop his phone onto the bed, tucking my chin so he canât get to my unmarked flesh. I push on his chest.â Off, now, before ! make you.â I warn him. He doesnât budge, and I try to shove him off, but he catches both of my wrists in his hands, shoving them above my head before holding them in one of his. His other hand squeezes my breast before he brushes his thumb over my nipple, making it harden. I grit my teeth and glare at him.
âFight it all you want, Elena. It wonât change that I am your mate. It certainly wonât stop me claiming you,â he says, leaning down and covering my mouth with his.
I thrash beneath him, which only makes him chuckle against my lips. Giving up on that, I bite his lip hard enough it draws blood. He hisses, jerking back, and I sit up, shoving him off. I climb off the bed and start looking for my clothes, snatching them up, tugging the dress over my head, and stepping into my heels.
âWhere are you going?â He snaps, and I glance at him to find him looking at his thumb as he just brushed across his lips. His thumb was smeared in blood, and some dribbled down his chin.
âHome!â | tell him.
âYou want to tell your father already?â He asks in a mocking voice that had me glancing over at him, but I think I must have imagined the tone as he swept his fingers through his hair, looking like some Greek God of perfection.
I watch as he stands, his silver eyes watching me move around the room while I look for my clutch.
Finding it, I snatch it off the nightstand.
âElena!â Axton calls out just as I reach for the door handle, having completely forgotten in my rush to get out of here.
âYou leave, and my wolf will hunt you down, Elena,â he says, passing me my phone that I forgot to grab. I take it, turning to face him and pointing my finger at him. My wolf howls in my head, knowing what I intend to do, but I ignore her, knowing nothing good would come of being mated to this man.
âNo, you wonât because I, Elena Hale, reject you, Alpha Axton Levin of Nightfall pack,â I snap at him, and he growls furiously, snatching my wrist and yanking me toward him.
âYou just made a big mistake,â he growls, and his eyes flicker as I feel my tether bonding me to him dissolve.
âThe only mistake I made was last night,â I snarl back.
He laughs and shakes his head. âYou will come crawling back to : me. I will make sure of it, Elena.
Because I reject your rejection,â he snarls before shoving me back.
âYou canât reject my rejection! I felt the bond sever,â I snap while my wolfâs cries for her mate echo in my head.
âSevered for you, not me. You donât want to accept it, but you will. You will accept me, Elena, if you know whatâs good for you.â His eyes flicker black, and his wolf comes forward, his canines slipping out between his parted lips as he presses me against the door with his arms caging me in.
âYou will come back to me, little mate,â his wolf growls, his voice harsher and colder than Axtonâs. I wondered what his wolfâs name was but refused to give him the satisfaction of asking. Instead, when he speaks over me, I glare at him, about to tell him to fuck off.
âDonât make me hunt you down. Come back, and I may forgive you. You make me chase you, and I will make sure you never run from me again,â he growls before shoving off the door. I swallow, reaching for the handle.
âYou have two weeks. After that, I will come for you,â his wolf tells me.
âAsk for forgiveness, Elena. Please donât do this,â my wolf begs, but I ignore her.
With a huff, I turn, opening the door and slamming it behind me. Fucking Alphas!
I caught a taxi home before trying to sneak into the house like a thief in the night. However, nothing escapes my father, and the moment I step through the door and into the foyer, I spot him sitting in an armchair in the living room, glaring at me.
âWhere were you?â He demands, and I cringe at the rough sound of his voice grating through my head.
âOut!â I answer while rubbing my temples, about to walk off when he rises from his chair. I gasped, attempting to pick up my pace, but I was not quick enough. His huge hand seized my arm, twirling me around to face him.
âI asked where you were?â He growls before sniffing me.
âWhose scent is that?â He snarls while his grip tightens on my arm.
âNobody, Alisha and I went out,â I tell him.
âWhy can I smell a male scent on you? Who did you spend the night with?â He snaps, and I gulp, thinking of the first name that pops into my head.
âIt, Jakes, we went to a club,â i lie. He sniffs me again, his nose almost in my hair, and I pray to the moon goddess that he doesnât recognize the scent of Alpha Axton.
âThat isnât a human scent,â he snaps. Jake was human. My father knew that, and gay. He was the only man my father let me be around despite his disgust for humans, and only because Jake was safe and not a threat. Every boyfriend or man that steps near me, dad, has scared off eventually.
âYouâre lying; I know Jakeâs scent. Who were you with?â He growls, his claws slipping out and into my arm. I hiss and try to jerk my arm out of his grasp.
âItâs probably someone from the club. I was wearing Alishaâs jumper earlier,â I tell him, knowing if put on the spot, she would lie for me as she had done in the past. He lets go, eyeing me suspiciously.
âYou donât miss pack meetings. You are an Alphaâs daughter,â
âYet never to be an Alpha,â I retort. âTherefore, fuck your meetings. Take Luke with you. Apparently, being the eldest and rightful heir means nothing. He is who you choose in my place. Make him attend and do your job for you,â I snap at him, not that I wanted that for Luke, but I was hungover, angry, and my wolf had not stopped howling since rejecting Axton.
Dad raises his hand as if to slap me, but I harden my glare when mum walks out in her robe and slippers, her blonde hair a mess.
âEverything alright?â She asks, and dad looks over at her. His eyes soften, and his shoulders drop slightly.
âEverything is fine, love,â Dad tells her, walking over to her. Mum looks at me with worry, and Dad shoots a glare back at me. I watch them go before heading to my room.