A/N// As the author, I feel like sh*t. Don't blame me, I'm in pain too☹️🥺
It was in the late afternoon when Celeste decided it was time to cook, now that Zillon and Celia came down. Celeste was wearing her clothes from yesterday and Zillon was only in a shorts, no shirt, no shoes. His six pack was on full display and even though Celeste found it comforting to look, she glanced away. "What are you doing down here?" She almost jumped at the sound of the voice, it sounded so different than it did last night when he was speaking to Celia. "I...uh...I was going to cook." "Get out, Celia was just about to do that." Celeste abruptly turned to look at him. "But I—" "Get out Celeste." Pain registered in her heart and just when tears were about to prick her eyes, Celia spoke up. "What are you doing Zillon? Is this how you treat my sister? We'll cook together, nothing's wrong with that." "But you sai—" "It's okay now, babe. I was just angry last night, you can go upstairs, when we're finished, I'll call you." Zillon nodded
Celeste stayed in her room until Celia's scent became faint. She was as hungry as a beggar on the street, but she'd rather starve than eat what Celia had prepared. So she waited until her twin sister left, and now as she tiptoed down the hall, she could only wish that Zillon had left too. But alas, he was somewhere downstairs, she knew. His scent was prominent enough to have the matebond twisting like wires in her tummy. As always, her first instincts was to go to him, but she ignore it and instead walked down the wooden stairs, lodging herself in the kitchen. She searched the cabinets, looking for something easy to cook. What she found were instant noodles and she didn't hesitate to tug one out and place it on the marble counter. She put some water to boil and as soon as it did, she threw the noodle inside and leant against the wall, waiting for it to cook. "Instant noodles, huh? After refusing the food your kindhearted sister offered you, you're in here cooking
A new day, a new Celeste. Last night before bed, she had concluded that she'd hate Zillon for the rest of her life. She wouldn't forgive him ever, not only because he cheated on her, but because he *cheated* on her while she was in heat. She had begged him, she remembered...she had cried to him as well, and he had made it his point to ignore her. It had been her very first time experiencing such a torturous thing, it was painful, mind numbing and she wouldn't in her entire life want to relive it again. But perhaps it wouldn't have hurt so much if Zillon had done his part. If he hadn't marked her, such pain would've never been bestowed upon her in the first place, and despite that, he had the audacity to treat her unfairly. She hated him! She hated him so god damn much...and that's why she got up this morning and made noodle for only herself. He had told her not to touch his food, and she wouldn't, so it's either he ate it raw, ask Celia to come cook for him o
Celeste's heart sunk at his words. Why was he being so harsh? She disobeyed him, yes...but she disobeyed him for his own good. If she hadn't cooked, then would he have had anything to eat? Huffing pitifully at herself, she turned to face away from him. "I know you don't like me, it's obvious, but do you have to treat me this bad?" "I told you, didn't I? You were selfish and inconsiderate to your sister, so I'll just have to be the same to you." Her sister again, everything resolved around her. Celeste could bet on her life that if Celia had been the one to disobey him, a plate of food would still be secured for her. Life...oh how unfair it was. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, Celeste marched her way back into the kitchen, her head hanged low. She felt tired...drained; both mentally and physically. Her body was still hot and now sweating, her heart was aching...and it was all because of him. This time she meant it, she hated him and sh
Celeste hollered out, her eyes running hot and boiling tears. Her body —naked, completely bare to the world— felt heavy, her mind too...and it was all because of the heat she was presently in. It felt even worst than the first time and just like then, Zillon had left before she even woke up. Today was a Sunday, the day that all pack men went out to hunt. Those who are unmated for themselves and those mated for their mates. But instead of bringing her back meat, Celeste hoped that he'd bring back a sense of understanding, of sympathy. She was in pain, his mate was in pain. All it took to help her was his touch. Would he be selfish like last time? Would he let her suffer? Celeste was certain he would and she feared that more than anything else. For how would she get rid of this heat if he didn't touch her? It didn't work when she touched herself and moreover, she hated doing it. It made her feel vulnerable, weak and shameless. This heat made her do things s
He walked over to the bed, placing her down on the soft matress. His eyes ran over her naked form as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I'll try my very best to make you feel better." Celeste's legs trembled at his words, her eyes glistening with the lust that came along with her heat. Was he going to...? The shirt fell to the floor and despite trying to, Celeste couldn't hold back the moan of desperation that climbed up her throat. He was hot, his pecs, his abs and even the dark look in his eyes. His hands latched onto the sides of his shorts, pulling them down his muscular thighs. Celeste was dumbfounded, lost in his beauty. He hadn't even touched her yet and her poor legs were shaking. The heat, it was rising; undoubtedly yet involuntarily making her crave him more. With hands that could barely move, she reached out for him. "A-Alpha pl...please." Zillon tilted his head, now standing before her in nothing but his underwear. "The elders said you'd be desperate too,
Celeste nodded, groaning breathlessly. "I'll do any—anything you want me to." She stretched out her arm, reaching for him. "Just please...touch me." Zillon stepped back over to the bed, sitting at the very edge of it. He was feeling a little uncomfortable as if he was about to do something wrong, but somehow, something inside of him told him that it was the right thing to do. Perhaps it was the beast inside of him, or the matebond that was strong enough to almost control him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it egged him on, it made lust travel from the depths of his mind to the tip of his c*ck. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked, words coming out in a coarsed yet subdued tone. Celeste shook her head, writhing against the bed. "My first kiss, my virginity...everything was saved for you. Nobody but my parents and you have ever seen me naked. I-I'm all yours." A growl seeped through Zillon's lips, his eyes flashing to orange for a second before turning b
Celeste screamed out, and instead of pulling him closer, she started to push him away. It felt as though she was being split right open, the pain was immense, seemingly unbearable and she wanted it gone. But no matter how hard she pushed, Zillon didn't move. He kept putting it in, deeper, hurting her with every inch he inserted. "Stop pushing, calm down, just breathe. It'll hurt more if you keep moving around." Tears blessed Celeste's eyes as she weakly pushed against his chest. "Stop...please." Zillon sighed, ceasing his movements. "Celeste..." He warned, certainly annoyed. Celeste turned away from him, wiping at her tears. "I-It hurts." "I know, but you have to calm down, it'll feel good soon." "But..." Zillon shook his head. "Just trust me, at least this once." Celested sniffled, peeking over at him. "I...alright." Slowly, Zillon restarted the process of burying himself inside of her, teeth gritting to hold back a groan of pleasure. She