Chapter 7 Chapter Seven
Fear. Being afraid. Know when to differentiate both~ Xavier Vancei.
Xavier
I am getting jealous. I know I am. What I don’t want to do, is to admit to myself how jealous I am. My brothers are toying with the girl who still wouldn’t tell us her name. In the past, I’d reject her as my mate without hesitation. But strangely enough, I don’t want to do so this time. I try to act nonchalant as Xarius’ bulge presses against her ass, and I swear to the Moon goddess, I am seeing red, and about to punch a hole through the nearby tree. I can see it on her face that she wants this, she wants him, yet she’s resisting it.
I don’t want her to want him. She should be looking at me like that, her lips parting as she stares into my eyes. She should be wrapped in my embrace, my body heat melding with hers. I shake my head at how fast my thoughts are moving, and I blame it on the mating bond.
Although I don’t say it, and I know I never will, I saw Xander kiss her that night. I crawled into my bed, laying awake for hours after that.
‘Mate,’ my wolf growls again. It’s getting possessive, and wants to mark her. I take a step towards her, but Xander steps in my way.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice. I am aware that my hands are curling into fists, and that’s a first. I have never thought about punching my brothers before. Any of them. We are as close as thieves, especially after the abuse we endured in the hands of our father. This new development is totally unwelcome. I slowly unfurl my hands, and I see his gaze briefly drop towards them before lifting up to my face again.
“Your eyes are burning red. You’ll hurt her in this state.” He warns.
“Move out of the way,” I order, trying to rein in my Alpha aura, but failing uncontrollably. The nearby Omegas within hearing distance tremble, and I exhale heavily.
“Xavier,” Xander calls out, maintaining his position, a silent dare in his voice.
A slight feeling of anger washes over me at the fact that he’s challenging me in public. I glance at the girl who’s still pressed against Xarius’ chest, and rage bubbles in my chest. I sidestep my brother and head over to them, grabbing her in one swift move. My wolf jumps at the contact, and the urge to mark her intensifies. The mole on her upper lip, that goddess-damn mole draws my attention again, and the way her eyes hold mine is nearly my undoing. It’s all it takes, not to kneel to the ground and pleasure her until she’s screaming and moaning her lungs out,
Kneel.
I never wanted to kneel for anyone, no one bears enough authority to do so. But if this woman tells me to, I don’t think I have enough willpower to resist. Fuck her.
“Accept the mating ritual.” I order, irritation rising within me at how she reacts—a quick scoff that I haven’t seen her give Xarius.
“I reject it.” She insists. I am over her in a flash, grabbing both hands, and tackling her to the ground. I flash my teeth, my claws extending and holding her hips in place. The streak of red moonlight directs its glow in our direction now, and a feral growl escapes my throat.
“I want you, Daffodil. And I always get what I want.” I say to her. She pushes against me from below, her hand unintentionally hitting the erection I didn’t even know was still growing. I stifle a groan at the heady pleasure that courses through my body. “Stop resisting,” I command again, expecting her to go limp and obey my Alpha-laced order. She does otherwise. She hits my chest with a strength that is too much even for a man. It makes me wonder about her origin once more. Behind us, I can feel the burning rage from my brothers, but I’m far too gone to care at this point. Her scent hits me again and again, and I start to tug at the hem of her dress.
“You wish,” she spits beneath me, her voice low and dangerous. I’m briefly taken aback by the aura in her tone. I realize I don’t know if she’s an Omega or goddess forbid, a Beta. I wait for her inner wolf to react to me, but there’s nothing. I scratch at her neck, and she whimpers. It’s enough to induce a reaction from her wolf, but there’s nothing…still.
I frown. It can’t be. We can’t be mated to a wolf-less girl. It’s impossible.
Giving her a chilly gaze, I ask, “Do you have an inner wolf?”
She hesitates, and I’m about to reply, when my vision shifts, and my back suddenly hits the ground. ‘Daughter of a bitch.’ She pushed me. She retreats from me, and I instinctively reach out for her, but misjudging the distance, I grab at the empty air instead.
“She doesn’t have a wolf,” I say to no one in particular.
My brothers give me a quizzical look.
“That’s not possible. The Moon goddess can’t make a mistake.” Xanders argues. I can tell that he’s still angry at me, which is ridiculous. I should be the angry one. They touched my woman. The declaration shocks me with its suddenness.
I take a second glance at all of them, at the ceremony which had shifted its focus to us—the Alphas and our supposed mate who won’t tell us her name, and who doesn’t have an inner wolf. The ridiculousness of it borders on amusing.
“Conclude the ceremony,” I tell Xarius and turn to leave. If I linger around any longer, I’d do something I might regret.
“If I say my name, will the rejection work?” I hear the girl ask from behind me, her tone sly, and I almost stop. A part of me wants to hear it, wants to hear her name and etch it to the back of my mind.
I continue walking.
“I, Lillyan Ely–” she stops, and I almost turn around to see what made her pause. “I don’t care for your mating ceremony. I didn’t give my consent anyway.” She fumes, and an involuntary smile teases my lips.