Chapter 12: I Can't Accept

Diana ended up being summoned to the alpha’s office—alone. This was all thanks to Sally pointing out how she tried to kill her. Now, Diana reduced her grand plans to Sally. She only had the strong urge to use her once and discard her later on. Of course, Diana did not let her inner turmoil affect her nonchalant stance in front of the ruthless alpha.

With only the two of them inside his office, there was no need to pretend.

Though she was still weary of him, his previous actions and words rang inside her mind like a go signal. With this, she dared test the waters by sitting before she was told to do so.

“What is the reason why you came?” asked Diana. Though she could only look him in the eyes for at best a minute or two due to rank difference, Diana was still able to see how heated he looked at her—as if she really did something that offended him. “I am the one who got hurt alright. And the comfort room has no damage whatsoever just so you know.”

Diana’s voice eventually grew smaller as she spoke upon failing to earn any sort of reaction from the furious alpha before her. Peeking at him for a split second, Diana fought the urge of her omega nature to show her neck and show submission.

Silence ensued inside the office.

Fidgeting her fingers, Diana wandered her gaze around the office with a minimalist style. It was so manly. There were no photo frames of his family and friends, just a room for his duty as the alpha.

A good ten minutes passed by yet he remained staring at her.

It would be a downright lie if Diana would say that she was not affected at all. “Should I go, Alpha? You seem to have a locked jaw problem right now and I don’t want us to, you know, waste both of our time when we could be both productive.”

As she stood up, a low growl shook the stale air within the office. The temperature immediately dropped as shivers ran down her spine. On instinct, Diana turned to look at him.

“What now?”

“Did I tell you to leave?”

“Hello? You might have forgotten this, but you assigned me as your pack’s lowest omega who is in charge of cleaning toilets. If you want them to have a clean comfort room, you need to let me leave or your beloved people would suffer from kidney problems. The toilets in the pack are yet to be opened right now, just so you know.” Diana did not really care for his people.

After all, there was hardly a connection between them since she was yet to have the welcoming ceremony that should have connected her with the Blood Claws pack members.

“You are a mystery Diana Ritchell. I waited for you to make a move, but weeks have passed and you are still cleaning toilets as I told you so.” Alpha Dylan walked closer to Diana, his stride was slow, like a predator stalking his prey.

On instinct, Diana stepped backward. With each step that Alpha Dylan would take forward, Diana was in sync when stepping backward.

A soft thud resonated when Diana’s back hit the corner of a waist-height wooden shelf. ‘Shit.’

“Stop right there!”

With jaws clenching, Alpha Dylan continued. “You never even attempted to climb on my bed even after giving you a room right below mine.”

“What is wrong with you? Are you high, Alpha?” Diana extended her arm to stop his chest, stopping him from moving forward—for a good minute.

He took her wrist and twirled her body around in one swift motion. The next thing Diana knew, she was now bending on the wooden shelf with both of her wrists pinned behind her.

His hot breath fanned over her nape. And his canines grazed over the place where his mark would have been placed during the mating ceremony.

“Aaah,” Diana moaned. As soon as his canines caressed her neck, the she-wolf in her awakened.

The moment a low growl answered her, vibrating against her back, she felt his hard erection in between her thighs.

Warning bells immediately descended for Diana. She was familiar with this scene, only at that time, it was not the blue-eyed alpha but the son of a bitch Axel.

With trembling nerves, Diana kicked his tighs.

“Ugh!” Alpha Dylan stumbled over, giving Diana enough time to move away from him.

Diana’s eyes zeroed in on the glass of water from his desk. She did not know how fast she was, but the second thing she knew, she downright splashed cold water on Alpha Dylan’s face.

With flushed cheeks, a teasing grin appeared on her lips while watching the stupefied expression on his face become vivid by the second. She crossed her arms, cocked her head, and said. “The fact that you are in a rut means at least your wolf accepted me as your second chance mate.”

Alpha Dylan’s attention sharply snapped toward her. Wiping his face, he growled his words. “Do not spout such nonsense, omega!”

It was an alpha command.

Even when Diana’s gaze on him was sharp, her body acted on its own, showing her bare neck to him with her head hanging low. Biting her lips hard, she endured the force that slammed her body until her knees trembled to such an extent wherein she slumped on the carpeted floor.

Diana failed to see the horror in Dylan’s eyes as he looked down at her. “I-I cannot accept you.

As soon as Diana looked up, she did not shy away from his gaze. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her to submit in front of the alpha, but a small part of her wanted him to apologize to her.

She spat her reply. “Trust me. I know more than you know, Alpha.”

Standing up without looking back at him, Diana walked away from his office without any idea why she was even called there in the first place.

WATCHING THE TIRED FIGURED OF HIS ALPHA, SEYMOR could only sigh inwardly. He did not know what to say after hearing what Alpha Dylan had confessed. It turned out that his second-chance mate—not the kind of second-chance mate that was artificially arranged by a brutal tribute but the real second-chance mate given by the Moon Goddess—was no other than the omega who was cleaning the toilets ever since she got here!

“What do you think?” asked Alpha Dylan at his beta. He slumped on the sofa as piles of beer littered the ground. Amid the mess, a plastic of first-aid materials stood out. Clearly, it was not for him since he was rarely injured and if he was injured, no amount of first-aid could help him at all.

Seymor sat beside his alpha, his closest friend. He opened a can of beer and gulped it down in one go before he answered. “You fucked up. Every man out there it is a forbidden rule to use an alpha command on your mate. You should apologize now, beg for it, cry for it…just do it, man.”

“That’s the point! I cannot ask for forgiveness.”

Gone was the usually stoic-looking and dignified alpha in front of Seymor, replaced with a very distress-looking man.

“Why can’t you ask for forgiveness? It is long overdue, man. The way you treated her, the way you hide her existence from our people, and the way you keep on pushing her away—are you making a book on how to royally fuck up a mate bond?”

Dylan groaned and closed his eyes shut. The comfort this secret meadow would usually bring him was not helping Dylan right now and Seymor could see that clearly.

Copying Dylan’s posture of lying down on the grassy ground, Seymor stared at the cloudless night sky. He raised the can of beer, some spilled on his neck but he did not care as he said. “You know what? If you cannot accept her as a mate then let her go. Reject her, like, a real rejection to cut off the bond between you for good. And that’s it! No problemo, amigo!”

Seymor earned a hard smack to his face and a low dangerous growl from his friend beside him.

“Ouch! What’s that for? That is so uncalled for! You ask for my advice and I am giving you one according to your preference, not my preference.”

Sitting up, Dylan tugged his hair, eyes gleaming with melancholy as he stared at the darkness around them. “I am… I am scared. I am scared to feel the pain of losing someone important. But what I am most scared of is the possibility of failing her as I did to my first mate. The problem is because I am an incompetent undeserving son of a bitch to her, but you know what is funny?” Dylan turned to Seymor. “That no matter how I tell myself, I cannot reject her officially.”

“Then fucking man up!” Seymor lightly punched Dylan’s right arm after he sat up. “Let’s say, you are planning to protect her from the sideline, stringing her alone with this twisted bond you have. Can you really bear to see her alone for the rest of your life just because you cannot man up and cut if off?”

Dylan pulled Seymor by the collar and growled his words at the latter, eyes flashing dangerously. “I said I don’t want to reject her!”

Seymor smirked and hiccupped. “Why? Because you are afraid that after you cut it off, she will be able to stand straight and walk away as if you never existed? The way I see her, she can find her second-chance mate as soon as you cut off your meager bond with—”

Seymor was thrown to the other side of the meadow. Blood trickled down the corner of his lips even after spitting some as soon as he stood. Face throbbing from the punch, Seymor was too drunk to not even care about their ranks anymore. And besides, being Dylan’s drinking buddy, not getting killed even after talking shit was a privilege for him.

“If you hate the idea without her, then do something! Ask for her forgiveness, introduce her to the pack officially, and beg some more.” Seymor picked up the can of beer he dropped and chugged it down until it was empty.

Dylan shook his head. “Easier said than done. Trust me, I have stood in front of her door way more than the times I entered my office ever since it was built. But every time I heard her, that-that feeling of being sucked into an abyss always got me.”

“So you tucked tail and ran.” Seymor deadpanned, opening a new can of beer. “Cheers! To your bleak future in love life!”

Dylan threw an empty can at Seymor which the latter easily dodged in a drunken swerve.

“Hey, Seymor.”

‘What?”

“Come here.”

Seymor’s face slammed onto a plastic bag filled with first-aid medical supplies. “What’s this? Do you plan to overwork me as a payback? That’s below the belt, man!”

“Shut up and listen. You became stupider as you got drunk.”

Seymor rolled his eyes. “Yeah. And you are already stupid even without being drunk.” He raised the plastic bag in front of Dylan’s face, too close for Dylan’s liking. “What is this for? Seriously?”

“Give it to Diana for me. She is injured when I did that foolish command.” Dylan slumped back on the ground and opened a can of beer.

Disbelief was clearly written on Seymor’s face as he stared at the plastic bag. “First, you made me a delivery boy for her food with extra service of not being caught. And now, you want me to be some sort of a caring beta? Aren’t you afraid she will fall for me?”

For the first time, Seymor shut up and regretted what he said. It was not easy to be pinned on by such a bestial gaze.

“I would like to see you try, man.”