Alpha's Second Chance Mate novel Chapter 3

Sidonie's POV

I woke up feeling ecstatic. The smell of wood and pines filled the air, gently teasing my nose. There was a huge weight pressing down on me but I didn’t mind it. How could I mind the weight of my mate against me? It was the best feeling ever. My eyes fluttered open to see his arm bearing down on me. It was huge and muscular and at certain intervals, he would tighten his grip around me as if afraid I would run off.

Oh my gosh!

So this was what it felt like. To be wanted. To have a mate. I had realized it sometime during the night. We had gone at it like rabbits several times and all my wolf had ranted about all through was how he was my mate. Our mate.

I turned my face to look at him.

His hair was tousled and a good part of it fell over his face. His eyes were closed and he had a satisfied smile playing across his lips. He looked so adorable. I reached for his face, running my fingers lightly over his nose and jaw. He was so strong. So virile and totally mine!

Ha! Not even the Alpha of Alphas could beat this. Now I had an excuse to slip out of the silly marriage. I was sure my mate would not see me married to anyone else but him. A deep rumbling sound drew my attention back to my mate. His chest heaved and his hand gripped me tighter. And then in that wonderful moment, his eyes opened.

“Hi,” I greeted, grinning widely.

Blue and violet orbs stared at me in confusion and then suddenly, so quickly, he was off the bed, searching for his clothes. I frowned at the sight. Did he not feel the pull? Was I the only one who knew we were mates?

“You’re leaving?” I asked, sitting up from the bed. I winced when a slight pain drifted from my thighs. I was sore. Very sore.

He grunted in response, not looking at me. I watched him yank on his pants and reach for his ripped shirt.

“When will I see you again?”

He looked up from the shirt finally, cocking his head at me. “You won’t. This was a mistake. We had too much to drink—“

“—It wasn’t the drink and you know it!” I yelled, suddenly feeling very cornered. How the hell did he not know we were mates? How on earth could he not feel the bond, the intoxicating pull? “We’re mates. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it?”

For a long while, all he did was stare at me and then with a growl, he stomped to the side of the bed and cupped my face in his jaw. “Mate or not, last night was a mistake.”

“Still…“ My voice trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

“I reject you.” He said suddenly, and my heart stopped beating for a second.“I reject you as my mate.”

A searing pain exploded in my chest and I doubled over, placing my palm over it. I gasped as the pain only intensified. Feebly, I looked up at him. He had a hand over his chest, wincing. He must have felt it too, the pain.

But it was only momentary. His eyes regarded me coldly and without so much as a word, he walked out of the room, shirtless and leaving a huge vacuum in my heart.