Chapter4

#Chapter4

Rejecting The Rejection

All in all, there are four groups for deltas. So all of the delta threes in this pack will probably go missing for months starting tomorrow if not today.

Gammas, unlike deltas, have fifteen groups. Deimos being a gamma five, and Zelos being a gamma four. There are more gammas than deltas, so the distribution of groups is understandable.

After the gamma fifteens, it's back to gamma ones, and it would be in two years time before Deimos start to go missing again. However, with Alastor, he only has to wait for three delta batches before he's sent back again to train.

/"Okay, so I'm an omega,/" I simply told him, as if he hadn't figured that out yet, /"See? Rejecting me will be easier./"

He regarded me for a second, before he started to move for the first time in what felt like forever. He took a step forward, and as a shocked response, I took a step back with my eyes wide.

He might not have done physical training as much as a gamma would, but he's still a delta. He could most definitely kill me if he wanted to and given the chance.

/"Am I your second chance mate?/" He asks, his face blank as he took another step towards me.

But this time, I didn't take a step back. I buried my heels on the floor and looked him in the eye, as if I wasn't at all intimidated by him in the first place. I raised a brow at him, /"Aren't I yours?/"

/"No,/" he simply says, before he reached out and put his arm around my waist. His hand stopped on the small of my back.

I almost choked in my own saliva when he pulled me closer to him. I felt the sparks running through my waist going to my back where our skin touched. And with him invading my personal space, his scent was clouding all my senses.

It was as if there was nothing but red velvet. Even his breath, as it fans my nose ever so slightly, smelled like butter cream, and that's not fair. He literally smells delicious.

And now my wolf is getting delirious. And delusional. And hungry. And hormonal. And just all over the place.

/"You're my soul mate,/" he continued, and this was the first time he actually said something longer than a phrase, and that might be considered a sentence.

I blinked at him, my hands on his chest. It was my stupid attempt of trying to push him away, but the moment I felt the sparks, I just can't seem to let go of him.

He doesn't seem to mind though. For all I know, he'd rather want as much physical contact as we can. Or at least as much physical contact in the eyes of the public. Because he looked like he was still holding back.

And I feel like if we were alone in a private room while I say certain... words, he would most immediately ravish me. And I would most definitely let him do so.

The goal, Phoebe! The goal!

Yes. Goal is to fuck mate. My wolf yipped at the back of my mind, and that's when I realized that my eyes had been pure black all this time.

And so is Alastor's.

At this point, I'm so scared that Alastor would claim me inside the circle. Right here, right now. So scared. And excited.

/"That's,/" I started to shake my head. Is it my attempt to say 'no'? Or my attempt to shake away the thoughts in my mind? /"That's impossible. We can't be soul mates. You're my second chance mate./"

/"You can't be my second chance mate, if I had not been rejected before,/" he tells me, which was true. Second chance mates only appears when you're already rejected. If he wasn't rejected before, how can I be his second chance? He didn't even have his first.

/"Then that's good news for you. If you reject me, you still have your second chance mate./"

/"Rejecting you isn't an option,/" he says.

/"Because it shouldn't be an option. There shouldn't be a choice whether to reject me or not. There is simply one answer, and that is rejection./"

Alastor stared at me for a couple of beats, before I felt his hand trace circles on my back. It sent me in a euphoric state where my eyes went pure black that I almost let my wolf take over.

With his simple touch, I feel like I would do anything for him. Just so I could feel him like that again.

/"Pray tell, my love, why is it that you speak of rejection,/" he leaned towards me and softly whispered in my ear, /"When your eyes speak of a different feeling?/"

And that's when it hit me.

I was too into the intense feeling of having my mate finally in my arms, that I was hypnotized by my own feelings. I stayed here, and trained as much as I can, for one purpose only.

And that's to avenge Dione, my best friend, who died in a rogue attack. She, someone who has done a lot of good things in her life, died instead of me, who did nothing but bad things.

How could I let my goal, the goal that I have been setting for weeks, be forgotten by letting a man I've met in minutes cloud my senses?

I looked up at Alastor, and I knew I had to do this if he doesn't want to do it himself, /"I, Phoebe from the—/"

But before I could finish my sentence, he captured my lips. And I let a man I've met in minutes cloud my senses.