Chapter 18

When the Beta bolted out of his seat with inhumane speed, he growled in alert. Looking around frenetically, he was expecting anything but the sight in front of him.

His beautiful mate was there, staring directly at him.

Awake.

God, how much he had missed those eyes!

The past two weeks had been the worse time he could ever remember, with merely enough sleep and food to survive, to continue breathing and to protect his mate.

But not too much, so he could keep his upset beast at bay. Especially after the first days, when he ended up killing a doctor and hurting some nurses. To not mention all those pack warriors that had tried to drag him away from his love.

Never stand between the beast and his mate.

Luckily, his life's brother had managed to stop his hysteria and had chained him down. Personally.

Mike was the only werewolf able to beat Christian and his wolf. With his peerless strength forged in the darkness of the Alakasian mountains, Black Alpha was invincible.

At some point, Christian felt betrayed by Mike’s actions, until he had realised Mike had no choice. A smart measure to keep everyone safe and let the doctors cured his mate.

Mate.

His mate was awake!

The Beta's face remained shocked for few seconds, while his heartbeat stopped for longer.

Relief. That was all he felt.

A tear rolled down his check, the first one he ever let escaped since he saw his mother being murdered in front of him.

Slowly and very carefully, Christian cupped the face of his angel and leaned closer. Forehead against forehead. Still shocked that Martin was finally awake and safe.

His reddish eyes burned with some hidden emotions and Martin shivered under his sight.

"I love you too, my world." Christian rasped out, staring at the magical eyes of his mate. Sobbing and all covered in tears, he was glaring back at a frowning Christian who couldn't stand his mate's pain. If he could, he would take on himself all his suffering and physical injure. Without blinking.

Damned, he would die for the sake of his mate.

But life had donated them another chance. And precious time.

More time to share memories, to be part of each other's, to fill future years with unconditional and pure love. For the first time in his hateful existence, Christian was in peace with all the gods and the whole universe.

And then, he closed the space between their lips and kissed him gently. Instantly, fireworks erupted in their bodies and Christian’s chest rumbled with the familiar growls as his eyes turned back. Martin savoured his embrace. It made him feel safe and alive.

A gasp escaped his lips at what happened before. They had declared their love to each other for the very first time.

In words.

Despite his dark personality, his broody mate had already demonstrated his affection in thousands of ways.

After their kiss, he buried his face on Martin’s neck and delicately grabbed his hair with one hand, while with the other he caressed his cheek.

Martin lifted his eyebrows, in stupefaction. His mate was handling him like he was made of porcelain.

Christian wasn't a soft person. Not even with his mate. If you opened the dictionary of synonyms and antonyms, you would find Christian name there. As antonyms of softness.

Martin chewed his lips at the memory of the first time they had sex. It seemed that a herd of bulls had attacked his room.

No need to mention Christian was an utter beast even during sex, though he was his best sex. Martin mentally smiled at the memory of his heavily bruised body, after his session with Christian. He couldn't walk straight for a week.

None was like him, not even closely, and Martin would have let him do whatever he wanted to his body. Whenever he liked.

His mate was magnificent, perfect.

And Martin didn't want to leave him the burden of rejection. He just couldn't. People were going to judge the already over criticised Beta Christian.

Getting rid of himself was the least Martin could do to the love of his life.

So Christian could find a better mate. Someone up to his level, not a broken puppy.

"C-Chris..." He croaked out, weakly.

"We-we n-need to...talk." Martin stuttered, avoiding his stare.

"Sure, my love. But first let me call the nurses. They need to check on you and-" But Martin interrupted him.

"No! Listen to me now!" He had to do it now or his poor heart wouldn't make it.

Christian stared at him with utter confusion.

"But doctors must make sure that your hand-" Martin cut off whatever he was going to say, very harshly. He didn't like the reminder of his missing hand.

"We can't be together anymore." Martin heart was beating so fast, he thought it would leap under his sad gaze.

Christian grasped his hand tighter and tried to smile at him. But his eyebrows were knitted together, and his posture stiffened.

"What are you trying to say my love?" He murmured after a moment.

Martin gulped, his lips trembling.

With a deep breath, he finally pronounced the hardest words in the entire universe.

Those forbidden words that could bring any werewolf to his knees.

"I, Martin, future Beta of Full Moon, reject you, Christian, Beta of Crescent Black , as my mate."

Martin never felt so much pain in his all life. Not even when he lost his hand.

His whole body ached, dull emptiness running through his veins.

It was just pure, excruciating pain. Martin wished he could stay with his low for the last time but the fear of the Black’s alpha and the talks from people made him stay away.

There was just one thing in his head..that was his mate and the wonderful time they hard together which he won’t forget.

Martin bided Christian goodbye as the doctor comes to check but there was an empty space left in his heart as his wolf becomes weak.