I don't want a mate

London

I stared at her with cold eyes, filled with disdain and disgust. She was my mate, but I wanted nothing to do with her.

Truthfully, I actually thought I was lucky to not have been given a mate or found her all these years, but now I guess my luck ran out.

I watched her writhe on the floor as my rejection took its toll on her. My eyes remained squinting at her, outraged by her audacity to defy me.

I could feel the anger building up inside me as she remained unmoving, disobeying me without a second thought.

My unfazed expression held cold eyes that guaranteed misfortune and chaos for the woman who stayed on the floor, wheezing.

I took pleasure in watching her hurt and suffer; it was her own fault for being unfortunate to be paired with someone like me who never wanted a mate. She was weak and unworthy, below my standards. I reveled in her tears, knowing she would never be good enough for someone like me. She was nothing but a burden, and I couldn't wait to be rid of her.

I scoffed, knowing that she had looked up at me with suffering eyes, expecting my pity. I didn't know which was stupider, her antics or her expectations. I did not want a mate. It was something my pack members knew.

Hell, I banned mating ceremonies because of it, but yet, my pack members had the guts to go behind my back and always hold one. Did they think I'd never find out? Well, jokes on them because I've always known but chose to look past it, as long as it never troubled me.

I puffed out smoke, chuckling darkly. Her sweaty, naked body was curled into a ball on the floor. Not a single ounce of pity tugged on my heart; rather, irritation and anger bubbled inside me.

Last night was great beyond my imagination. I enjoyed every push and pull we shared. Her breathy moans and erect nipples, her porcelain skin that was smooth as silk, and most especially, her tight cunt.

Gosh, I won't deny the fact that her body drove me crazy, and I was expecting this to be like my usual one-night stand, not expecting the outcome of this.

I could tell she was a virgin when I first intruded on her femininity with my finger. But then again, virgin or not, women disgusted me greatly.

To me, they only have one major importance, which is to be great in bed, and nothing more.

If I had known earlier that she was my mate, I wouldn't have gone up to her to have a glass of wine. Well, that's a lie because my wolf, Fuyu, told me with great reluctance that she was my mate when I first saw her last night at the bar.

I figured so because the pull toward her wasn't normal. Even when drunk, no woman has been able to pull my attention like that, not even Freya.

"How old are you?" My voice trembled with frustration as I tried to reason with them, but they remained adamant, challenging my authority.

At least I needed to know at what age her suffering was going to start. If I were to be in her shoes, which is impossible, I would gladly accept this rejection while I was still calm.

She managed to look up at me, sweat slicing her hair to her face. She indeed was very beautiful; it's a pity she had to meet me, of all people.

I bet she has been unlucky all her life or did something bad in her past life to end up with a devil as a mate.

I clicked my tongue dryly, lifting myself off the bed to walk up to her. I crouched at her level, tilting my head to get a better view of her pain. I stretched out a finger to push her hair off her face with a pitiful look. Oh hell, I pitied her... I pitied her for falling into my hands and refusing to leave when I had offered her the chance.

"You know, I hate repeating myself, hm? When I ask you a freaking question, you better answer immediately if you love your precious life!" I gripped her jaw tightly.

She gasped, tears sitting in her eyes, as I forced her eyes up to meet my cold gaze. This was just the beginning of her tears. If she doesn't accept my rejection, I will make sure every moment of her life feels like hell forever.

"e-eighteen. I turned eighteen today." She whispered.

I sniffled, lowering my hand from her jaw. She scooted away from me like I had burned her and sobbed weakly. I snorted a laugh. If I wanted to hurt her physically, no amount of scooting could save her. I almost felt bad for her because life's birthday gift to her was a one-way ticket to hell.

I walked away from her and picked up my briefs from the floor, putting them on. I found my pants beside the nightstand and picked them up. I got dressed, throwing on my shirt that was lying beside the bedstead. I picked up my black hairband and pulled my hair into a low ponytail.

"You should have just accepted the rejection and freed yourself from the hell that you're not welcome to; trust me, darling, I am much worse than the devil himself." I said, turning to her, and her eyes widened in disbelief at my words.

"But I'm your mate."

I raised a quizzical brow at her; for some unknown reason, I was finding this whole moment funny and surprised at my level of patience so far.

"Either you're dumb or your hearing is faulty because I don't understand what part of me rejecting you you can't comprehend." I walked over to the nightstand, picked up my ring, and wore it.

I painfully Ignored the blood stain that had caught my line of sight. No wonder she was so clingy and annoying. She thought that because I took her virginity, she could trap me.

She was in for a shock.

"I don't want a mate, much less you. Never call yourself that again, understood?" I warned.

She gaped at me, watching me in shock as I readied myself to leave. I could tell that she wasn't from my pack, and I wondered where she came from and how she could easily stumble into it.

Silent anger flashed through my eyes; my security was faulty for a non-pack member to be here currently. I was going to have to have a few words with them. My pack was the strongest ever, and I will make sure it stays that way for centuries to come, yet an eighteen-year-old girl was able to break it.

This was an insult to my alpha ego.

"Try not to kill anyone this time around." Fuyu spoke in exasperation as I walked out of the room. He knew my temper, despite my calm demeanor, was deadly and flared easily.

"No promises. I kept quiet about the pack's illegal mating ceremony as long as it wasn't causing me trouble… but this—" I was referring to our mate, "—is trouble. Someone is going to have to provide answers, and trust me, there must be lots of answers to why that thing is here. After that, I will have a brief pack meeting. Easy peasy." A dangerous smirk grew on my lips as I walked down the hall.

"Disobedience is deserving of punishment." Fuyu finally spoke, and I was glad we were in sync. I hate when my words are disobeyed; my warriors and pack members knew this.

"I need your presence right-fucking-now. Bring Cane along when coming to my office." I said mind-linking, Reece.

"Good morning, Alpha." The maids greeted me as I walked past the living room, and as usual, I ignored their presence.

No matter how long I keep ignoring their greetings, they have no choice but to keep greeting, and if they don't, it will be seen as a sign of disrespect, which they must be punished for.

"Good morning, my king." A warrior greeted me as I climbed up the stairs.

I needed to deal with that woman as soon as possible. Her audacity was loud, and I was thinking of ways to make her accept the rejection and free me from the bond, which I could still feel lingering. I was beyond enraged because I wanted no attachment or whatever to anyone, let alone the small, fragile-looking woman.

Deep down, a part of me knew that my actions were wrong and that this was not how an alpha should treat their mate. I couldn't help but be consumed by my own insecurities and fears, unable to face the vulnerability of love.

I was not the usual alpha. Love, mate, and me weren't supposed to be in the same sentence. My heart was surrounded by large walls that were unbreakable and unshakable. It will take a miracle for that tiny eighteen-year-old to move a mountain like me.