The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

CALLA’S POV

I heard my door click open while I lay in the dark.

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The morbid stench of Alcohol confirmed my fears. He was here again.

One would think he would be kind enough to come to me without drinking his wits away, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

I knew Cole was a good man. He showed me kindness by taking me in three years ago when I washed up in his territory with no idea who I was. He saved my life and gave me the Identity I had today, all the while, helping me to recover my memories while training me to discover the abilities I had within me.

“Calla..” I heard him call, and I winced when I felt his cold hands touch me. “Don’t tell me you are asleep.” He said, and I didn’t miss the snap in his tone.

“Cole.” I said, turning the lights on, “You’re drunk.”

“Way to point the obvious, love.” He said, pulling off his shirt as he joined me in the bed. “I only had a little.” He said, pinching his fingers.

“I finally chose you as my mate, Calla.” He said wrapping his hands around me. “You belong to me now,” he said with his mouth to my neck. I fought the urge to puke at the morbid smell that oozed from his mouth.

Cole kissed my neck, licking and nipping. It felt all shades of wrong. I could feel my body reject his touch, so much so that I unconsciously drifted away from him. That did not stop him.

“Where are you running to, my love.” He hissed, “I have longed for this night since the day I set my eyes on you. Are you going to deny me again?” His tone was soft, but his grip was tight. “Tell me, my Calla. Are you going to refuse me tonight? Are you going to refuse your mate his price?!”

“Cole!” I cried, feeling helpless, “You’re hurting me! You’re drunk!”

“No, my love.” His hands loosened around my waist. “I can’t hurt you.” I said, “I need you, don’t deny my love, let’s make this night special. Let me in.” He begged, and I felt a sharp prick in my neck.

“Cole!” I gasped, and suddenly, I felt my body peak with strength, so much that I got up from the bed, breaking out of his hold. “What are you doing?!” I yelled, standing on my feet, with blazing eyes.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

That sobered him up quickly. “Ha, you are getting stronger.” He mused, getting up from the bed. “How much of your training have I missed so far?”

I didn’t answer, too taken by the anger that swirled through me.

“Oh, my baby. Did I trigger your other side?” He said, walking around in circles but never touching me. “I thought I would get to have you, my love. I just wanted to mark you as mine.” He sighed, “Make you feel as good as you make me feel. I promise to be gentle. Just a little pain and that’s it.” He took my hand. “Let me mark you love. Let me brand you as mine. My wolf is crazy with the need to make you his. To make you ours.”

His words were filth to my ears. I couldn’t let him. I would die before I let anyone touch me. My blood boiled within me, it felt like I would go into flames at any second.

Cole suddenly let go of my hand as one scorned. “How dare you, bitch!” He roared, looking at me with anger.

Only then did I understand that I had unintentionally combusted to flames. I had lost control of my powers once again and my hands burned with fire, hurting him in the process.

“I’m so sorry!” I said, apologetically. “I didn’t realise,” I stated, turning off the fire and my anger. “Are you okay?”

“It’s fine.” He said, stopping me from coming closer to him. “I guess I overstepped. You are nowhere ready to be marked.” He gritted, wearing his clothes.

“I-I-” I muttered, unable to make out words.

“I will leave you to rest this night, Calla.” He finally spoke, standing by the door. “I will leave you for tonight. But I cannot guarantee how long I can wait before you give yourself to me.” He took a deep breath, and let out a false chuckle. “I don’t think I have any more patience, Ithra.”

“What?” I said, not quite catching his last words. “What did you just call me?”

“Since you have refused to have me tonight, I will channel my energy towards something more productive.” He said, ignoring my question. “I hope you sleep well knowing people will be going through it this night, and it will be all because of you.” He said, and with an evil glint in his eyes, he turned off the light and disappeared through the door.

I didn’t miss the click that followed. I was locked in.

True to his words, Cole spent the night productively. I could tell by the screams and howls from the dungeons beneath me.

I didn’t sleep a wink through the night.

How could I? Knowing he was down there, torturing someone to release his pent-up energy as a result of my body’s refusal to yield to him. The painful cries of the tortured prisoners made my heart break.

I wished I could intervene and ease the pain with my powers. But I couldn’t. The last time I did, cost me a sentence into this room – Its doors were foolproof to my powers.

Attempting to send a spell from this room with the door locked was the same as wasting time because it never worked. Cole changed the doors – Another one of his attempts at keeping me in check.

Just like he was doing to me now by making another pay for my denying him.

I heard a howl and my eyes watered. If anyone deserved such pain it was me, hearing another go through it because of me felt more painful than the thought of going through it myself.

The next morning, Scarlett knocked on my door. Another day to perfect my witchcraft, I thought, filled with angst.