Chapter 4 Mate Pull

Emma sat alone in the room, waiting patiently for her fated mate, Gregory, as today was the very day when they were expected to accept the bond, and she felt really jittery.

She had been sitting in that quiet room for the past seven hours, and there was still absolutely no sight of her mate.

Looking around the unfamiliar room, her eyes eventually locked onto a framed picture that looked so much like her mate, who had made it a point of duty to actively avoid her all through the week since she arrived here.

Walking over to the picture, she gently glided her fingers over the frame, noting that her mate looked to be in his early twenties when it was taken. In this picture, he looked really happy and smiled brightly. How she wished from the bottom of her heart that he could smile at her in this exact way.

“What are you doing there?” The dominant tone of an Alpha's voice suddenly made her jump in fright.

Turning swiftly to face the direction the voice had come from, which was right at the entrance of the door, she saw the very man who had been avoiding her all week.

She took her time to assess his rugged features: deep green eyes inherited from his mother, and a chiseled physique that seemed perfectly suited to his large frame.

She was still completely lost in admiring her mate when his voice, sounding deeper than ever, broke into her imagination again.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked with an intense, burning glare that almost sent her to her knees.

"I... am sorry for staring, Alpha," Emma replied with a heavy stutter.

The room was painfully quiet for a while as Gregory moved slowly from the door entrance to the bed.

"Come stand in front of me. I need to tell you some things that I want you to abide by," Gregory said, his voice cold. Emma swiftly moved to stand in front of him, still with incredibly jittery hands and legs.

"There are three instructions I will give you now, which I very much want you to listen to, as going against my orders could lead to serious punishment. First, we are not going to be sleeping on the same bed. From today, you can sleep on the floor for all I care. Secondly, you must keep a reasonable distance from me at all times because I do not want my scent to be mixed with that of an omega. Thirdly, you must let me know when your heat is to occur because I do not want to sleep in the same room as an omega who is in heat, especially one like you."

All his words, especially his last, struck a painful chord in her chest as it tightened in agony. She stared at him, trying to make sense of what he meant by "someone like me" when he broke into her thoughts again.

"Oh, are you wondering what I mean? Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you’re a used and worthless mate? Did you believe you could hide the fact that instead of waiting for your fated partner, you sold yourself to different men as the worthless bitch that you are?"

Emma was utterly stunned. Silent tears welled up in her eyes. She had hoped to keep her dark secret hidden for a while, but it seemed he had already figured it out. She tried to understand how he had discovered it, but nothing made sense.

“You may go now. Your scent stinks,” he said, his voice cold and cutting.

His words hit Emma like a physical blow to the stomach. She could barely bear the sting of his harsh dismissal.

Not wanting to break down completely in front of him, Emma moved over to the couch, her gaze fixed on Gregory as he lay down on the bed. It wasn't until he turned his back entirely to her that Emma finally allowed the heavy tears to slip down her cheeks.

She had prayed to the Moon Goddess for a mate who would love and cherish her despite her terrible past. Now, that hope felt completely shattered. The pain was overwhelming, tightening her chest until she could barely breathe.

Meanwhile, Gregory lay on the bed, feeling his own chest tighten as he listened to her silent, painful whimpering.

Just yesterday, he had initially accepted the fact that he was mated to an omega, until he consulted the spirit goddess, and she had let it slip some things about Emma.

He had been very angry when he discovered that his mate had been with other men while he had waited patiently for her for the past 40 years of his life.

He had even come to this room just to appease his mother and best friend, and also to not raise any suspicion in the pack. He did not want them to see him as incompetent, so he had reluctantly accepted to come.

As he approached the entrance of the room he and Emma would stay in for a week to complete the mating bond, he had been instantly hit by the intense smell of strawberries that had almost made him drop to his knees.

But he had quickly held tightly onto the door handle and calmed himself down, because his junior down there was standing high and mighty, tightening up his trousers, and he did not want Emma to see him like this.

He did not want her having any ideas that he was affected by her presence.

So he thought about different things that were able to calm him down a little, and thereafter, he had silently opened the door.

But almost immediately, the sight of her looking at his old picture had affected him more than he wanted to admit, as his hard-on returned in full force and he had to put his hand in front of his trousers to cover his hard dick.

But Emma was totally oblivious to his intense struggle as she swayed her hips from side to side with her ass moving alongside it, and damn, that ass was huge.

It had taken him some time to regain his composure before he finally asked, "What are you doing there?"

As she turned and their eyes met, Gregory felt as if the entire world had narrowed down to her gaze.

He watched her take in his features, and after allowing her to stare for a long moment, he asked what she was doing.

Sitting on the bed was merely a guise to hide his obvious arousal, and the rules he had set came to mind because he just wanted an excuse to be close to her.

He noticed her immense surprise when he mentioned what the spirit goddess had told him, and the way her face tightened confirmed the goddess’s words. This realization made him feel deeply saddened.

Not knowing what else to say, he dismissed her and turned to the other side of the bed, trying to control his emotions as the thought of his mate being with other men made him feel absolutely bloodthirsty.

Several hours had passed, and night had fully settled in. The full moon loomed high in the sky, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow across the room. The pull of the full moon was palpable, a force both Emma and Gregory could feel deeply.

As the night deepened, Emma began to feel the terrifying effects of an unplanned heat. The sensation started subtly, like a warm whisper against her skin, but it soon grew into an intense, overwhelming force.

Her body responded in ways she had not anticipated. A warm, tingling sensation spread from her core, making her acutely aware of every shift and movement. She felt her body growing hotter by the minute, a relentless heat that made her skin feel flushed and her breathing erratic.

Emma shifted uncomfortably on the chair, the fabric of her clothes suddenly feeling completely suffocating. The sensation of dampness between her legs became increasingly prominent.

She could feel her own arousal leaking steadily, a slick mixture of precum and her own bodily fluids. It trickled down her inner thighs, mingling with the sweat that had begun to bead on her skin. The discomfort was unmistakable, a combination of heat and yearning that seemed to radiate from her very core.

She tried to ignore it at first, hoping the feeling would subside. But as the minutes ticked by, the intensity only grew. She squirmed on the chair, trying to find a position that would offer some relief. Her movements were frantic, driven by an instinctual need to alleviate the overwhelming pressure building inside her. The more she moved, the more her clothes clung to her, adding to her growing discomfort.

Desperation set in as Emma’s heat continued to intensify. The soft, silk fabric of her nightgown felt like it was burning against her skin. With trembling hands, she began to peel off her clothes, starting with the nightgown. She lifted it over her head, her fingers slick with sweat and arousal, and threw it aside. The cool air against her bare skin offered only a fleeting sense of relief.

But the heat was completely relentless. Emma's movements became more frantic as she struggled to strip off the remaining layers of her clothing. She fumbled with her bra, her fingers slipping on the hooks as her body trembled with the intensity of her heat.

Finally, she managed to free herself from the constrictive garment and tossed it away, followed by her panties. She lay there on the floor, completely exposed, her body still writhing with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

The full moon’s pull was magnified in the quiet of the night. Emma's breaths came in shallow gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale as she tried to quell the surging waves of desire. She felt every pulse of her heartbeat, a constant reminder of the primal urge that had taken hold of her. The room seemed to close in around her, the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the walls

Meanwhile, Gregory, who had been lying on the bed, also felt the full moon’s influence. The sight of Emma’s struggling form, her body writhing with the heat, stirred something deep within him. His own arousal was impossible to ignore.

Initially Georgry tried to ignore his own arousal but his resolve broke when Emma pulled off her cloth and laid on the floor spreading her legs apart and the intense smell of her own arousal hit him and without thinking he crossed the short distance between them.

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