I Rejected You, Alpha

AIDEN’S POV

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“Did Cleo end up getting something for Felix for his birthday next weekend?” I ask my precious mate as she sits at her dark brown wooden dresser, the lights around the mirror giving her skin an angelic glow, “I totally spaced, no.” she starts to brush her hair a little bit slower as she stares at my reflection as I lay on the bed with my shoulders and head resting against the headrest.

“Do you think she needs to? He will already be getting a lot of presents.” I shrug as I throw a ball up and catch it.

“I guess he won’t notice.” her voice trails off and I could feel her getting sad.

“I don’t want to tell him either.” I mutter and she puts her bristle bore brush down, turning her body to face me, “Do we have to? Isn’t there some way we could go over the elder’s and council’s heads?” her eyes are filled with determination.

“I looked, there isn’t.” I sigh.

I might not have gone to the moon and back to look for an answer either. I want my son to be the future king and of course I love Felix as my own, but he isn’t. He’s the jackass’s son, the one I see when I look at Felix and I hate it, but that doesn’t mean I hate him.

I love Felix, he’s strong, smart, funny and he’s driven, but that determination of his is going to break when we tell him and I don’t want to see him like that, but my b***d deserves the thrown too.

Eleia and I were destined for this.

We had made so many changes, we evacuated the castle, turned the one side into our home with our own kitchen and the rest remained the same. We built this place and Roman and Penelope even went off traveling, it’s not because they wanted to, it’s because Roman couldn’t stand all the great changes we made.

Our pack is stronger than ever, I had a few guards including Stefan, sent to the elite training and they came back teaching us everything. They were faster, stronger and told us about a herb that made us stronger and faster.

I used it once and screwed my precious little mate the entire day, all through the night until the next morning because that’s how much energy I had.

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Roman couldn’t stand my great ideas and took his mate and left. I know that it won’t be forever because Penelope’s sister is still running her pack, but Alpha Reece is long dead and when we tested her on a lying machine, she passed and we set her free.

Morgot hates us for killing her mate, she doesn’t come around and we aren’t allowed near her, so says Penelope, so every year we send out Stefan to check around the house, making sure she doesn’t pick up where her mate left off.

But Eleia and I are a team, both of our b***d deserves this crown, not just hers and Regan f*****g Night’s.

“I feel like the worst mom ever.” she sighs, standing up in her robe. Her hair is still damp from the shower we took, “I know, perhaps we should have told him when he was younger.” I squeeze the ball in my hand, “It wouldn’t have changed the fact that we learned only a year ago that he wasn’t going to get the crown.” she scoffs, climbing onto the bed, sitting on the edge on her side.

“I know.” I mutter, my eyes flicking to her shoulder as her gown falls off her shoulder, exposing her lacy bra.

“I just hate it.” she mutters, flipping her hair to behind her shoulders. “Me too.”

I don’t, but I do. I’m caught in a crossfire with all of this.

“I can take your mind off it.” I offer and her gaze flicks to me, her chin tilting down, “How?” she asks, her hand sliding up her thigh, exposing her skin.

She’s doing that on purpose.

“Crawl over here and I’ll show you.” I grin and as she gets onto her hands and knees, slowly crawling over, my c**k twitches in my shorts. She reaches me, her hand resting on my bare chest before sliding them down my abs, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my trousers.

“Show me,” she whispers in a low breath and I yank her on top of me, pulling the string of her robe that holds it closed and it falls open, exposing her underwear, “Do we have time?” I ask, knowing fully well we’re suppose to be getting ready for a charity event.

“Who the hell cares? We are the king and queen.” she grins while draping her one leg over my body and she leans down, kissing me softly.

I suck on her bottom l*p, dragging a soft g***n from her lips and she starts kissing me even harder, her one hand resting on my chest and she lifts her a*s off me, slipping her other hand into my trousers.

I chuckle as her tiny hand wraps around my jerking c**k and she pulls away, breaking our k**s. Her tongue glides along the top row of her teeth before she dips her head and her tongue glides along my bare chest all the way down. She tugs at my shorts and I lift my h**s and she tugs them down. Before I could blink, her tongue flicks over my head, causing my muscles to flex all over as she takes me into her mouth. She sucks on me while sliding me out of her mouth and gives one hard suck on my tip, making me m**n.

I clamp my lips shut. I hate it when she catches me like that off guard.

She giggles and I could feel her eyes on me, but I don’t dare to look down at her. It’s embarrassing that she can make me m**n, I should be doing that to her.

Her icy fingers wrap around my shaft, “You know it’s hot when you m**n.” she mutters and I glance at her, my cheeks turning even more red and I drag my teeth along my bottom l*p, shaking my head while my eyes roll back. Her strokes are slow, but effective as my hard wood jerks as the muscles tighten.

“Look at me.” her voice is whiny, the kind that makes my chest squeeze just because it sounds so good.

I roll my head before looking at her, my neck cracking, “So stiff.” she let’s go of my manhood and crawls up to me, her hands and legs on either side of me. She sits on my lap, slowly rocking her h**s forward as her fingers gently trickle up my chest. Her soaked underwear rubs against me, the heat radiating between her thighs and her daisy scent mixed with her sweetness is intoxicating.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. If she got hurt, I’d make the one who hurt her suffer, if she cried, I would spill the same amount of b***d of whoever made her cry. If she wants someone gone, I’ll hide their body and if she wants the sun and moon, hell I’d build a rocketship to get it for her.

She gently shrugs the robe off her shoulders before slowly tossing it to the side, but never once does my eyes leave hers. I glance down her perfect body, it’s not the same fit one she use to have over ten years ago, but it’s still f*****g beautiful. She has a little roll as she sits forward and I look away, knowing that she hates it when I stare, even though I love it, I love every fiber of her, every nerve, every muscle, every inch of skin. I adore this woman and no one can change my mind about how perfect she is.

Her hands reach behind her and she unclips her bra as she grinds against me, I watch as her t**s spring free as her very detailed lace bra falls between us. I flip it one side and reach for he h**s, pulling her up onto her knees before I hook my fingers into her panties, sliding them down. She raises her bums, straightening her legs and shimmies out of her underwear, kicking it aside.

“I like you like this.” my hands trail her sides up and down as she sits right on my d**k, her wetness smearing my length.

“Is that so?” she innocently tilts her head, letting her head fall to one side, “It is, I think I’ll have to throw all of your clothes out.” I wiggle my eyebrows, making her sarcastically roll her eyes. “We don’t live here alone.” she shakes her head at me.

I laugh, straight from my stomach before I pull her flat onto me, nudging her nose with mine, “Not yet.” I breathe before bringing her into a deep k**s.

The knock on the door breaks us apart and Eleia pushes herself up, her hands on either side of me. “What time is it?” she looked so lost, “It’s seven !” Rosie’s voice bellows from the other side and Eleia rolls off me, “s**t, s**t, shit.” she mutters, putting her robe back on. She rushes to the door while I put on my underwear and walk over to the closet to grab my suit.

We were going to have a quicky, but the moment just turned into something sweet and I think we lost track of time.

“You are late. You’re not even dressed.” Rosie’s pissed off voice always makes me laugh, she’s so soft and when she’s trying to be mad and tough, it’s funny.

“I’ll be done in two minutes, just two.” Eleia promises and closes the door, not sparing me a glance before she runs over to her closet, puts on new underwear and slides into her dress.

“Hurry.” she seethes as I button my shirt and she comes to stand in front of me with her back to me. I zip up her sparkling silver gown while I take in the soft skin of her back.

She’s perfect.

Before I could touch her shoulder, she strides forward back to her closet, “Are you done?” she asks without looking back at me and I sigh and do the rest of the buttons before grabbing my blazer, fixing my collar and putting on my shoes at the same time she puts on her heels. She grabs a few pins and her purse before she rushes out of the room and I follow suite.