The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 20

Keelion lowered his gaze at his lower half, at the boner that just wouldn’t go away. His brain was drunk on her scent, on the pheromones that made his wolf go wild at her.

Fuck.

He dropped the glass of wine he had in hand, forcing himself off the loveseat towards the door. He left the room, walking off, only to find himself stopping right in front of Alexis’s room.

But he wouldn’t go in. He couldn’t push himself to step in.

He stared at the door and leaned in close till his head rested against it. Even from within that room, he could smell her scent, her heat pheromones, its sweetness, all meant for him, no one else.

This reaction from him was normal—this desire was, after all, she was his mate. She belonged to him, she was his, it was all normal.

But he shook his head and pushed himself off the door, taking a step back and storming off.

Before he knew it, he found himself heading into the room that Althea occupied. He shut the door behind him and glanced at the bed where she lay. As if she’d been waiting for him, Althea popped her eyes open, sitting up on the bed, to stare at him with a smile—one that slowly grew seductive at the notice of the desire in his eyes.

How could anyone possibly think this man didn’t want her—wasn’t crazy over her—when he was staring at her with that feral burn in his eyes? That incredible desire, like he could eat her alive.

"I’m all yours...all yours, Fane." She beckoned him with her hands.

Keelion moved on his feet, finding himself climbing onto the bed and reaching for the buttons of his shirt to pop it open. Althea acted, proceeding to help him out. His hand came around the back of her hair, grasping and smashing his lips against hers.

He kissed her rough, hard, wanting, and demanding. But no, no, it was all wrong, none of it felt right.

Not her taste, not her mouth, or her lips that were not as full or pillowy soft as Alexis’s. They were all wrong. ALL FUCKING WRONG!

He snapped her head back, eyes glaring down at her.

It was all wrong. The hair that wasn’t as curly as the ones, his fingers were somewhat memorizing its touch. Hair was too long, too blonde, not the short and golden curls he’d held an hour ago.

Fucking hell, everything looked so wrong. Not even the eyes were the same. Too gray, nothing like the lightish brown with flecks of green in them.

He let go, stepped back, and got off the bed with pure frustration written on his face.

Althea immediately sat up on the bed.

"Fane, Fane." She crawled to get off the bed. "I don’t understand. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he said to her as he began to button up his shirt. "I’m just not interested anymore."

"What do you mean, you’re not interested?" She sounded shocked, rushing over to stand in front of him. "You were just staring at me a few minutes ago with a—"

Her eyes dropped to his lower waist, where his bulge was no longer visible. Disappeared as if she had been the cause of it.

W-what is going on?

"Fane—" She looked up at him.

"Get a good night’s sleep, Althea," Keelion mumbled with annoyance in his tone and walked past her, leaving the room, the door slammed shut.

Althea gazed at the door in pure disbelief, unsure if she had understood what had just happened.

This man came in here, looking as though he could devour her alive, and just when they were getting into it, he...suddenly lost interest? Was there something on her face that he didn’t like?

She quickly rushed to the mirror, but upon checking, she could see she was as flawless as she’d always been.

Then what the hell was the problem?

Out of frustration, she grasped the nearest hair oil, throwing it across the room at the wall.

"You’re driving me insane!" She cried out, plopping into the chair. "Why are you fighting yourself to choose me, even though you want to?"

That desire in his eyes that he’d had for her, she knew he would never have it for another—no other omega.

Only her.

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A knock had come at the door of his office where Keelion had been in for more than thirty minutes now, chugging down glasses of wine in a bit of frustration.

"Come in."

He twirled the office leather chair, facing the door, his brow arched.

The door handle twisted, and Augustus walked in.

"Sir." He bowed and straightened up. "Mr. Ruderth has been calling for a while now."

"For what?"

"To speak to you," he responded. "He says it’s business."

The business working phone he held, as no one was allowed to have Keelion’s private number, rang again. It was Ruderth Adolf.

"Answer it."

Augustus did and moved closer to him. "You may speak," he ordered Ruderth, who was on the other line.

[May we speak privately, if you don’t mind, Alpha?]

Keelion lifted his gaze to Augustus. He wouldn’t have had the man go, but he couldn’t trust just about anyone with Alexis’s condition, not even if he was a man who had been working for him for ten years.

He waved a hand of dismissal. "You may leave, Augustus."

Augustus seemed a bit taken aback. He’d never been asked to leave, not when it wasn’t a private call. Still, he bowed and took a step back, turning and exiting the office.

Keelion crossed his legs and leaned comfortably against his chair. "What do you have to say, Adolf?"

[Considering what happened a few days ago, I’ve been wanting to apologize properly. I made an appointment to speak with you physically, but it was rejected as your—

"Get to the point."

[Of course] Ruderth cleared his throat. [I would like to make a proper apology for the awful display you had to witness in my home—]

"Did you forget I told you that I didn’t give a fuck about your bullshit, Adolf?" he v questioned him cuttingly, his face scrunched in irritation. "I don’t care. What I don’t want is to ever see you near Alexis, ever again, not even twenty steps into her space. Don’t forget my warning. I’ll break you to pieces if I ever do."

[O-of course! I would never! I will never forget such a thing!

"Good, I’m sure you won’t. You’re wiser than that," he said, voice flat and cold. "And one more thing, never ring my assistant again, not unless it has to do with business."

[Of course. Although I do want to bring to your attention about my daughter. I was planning on introducing her to—

"Adolf, don’t cross the line." Keelion ended the call.