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The Alpha's Dead Mate

After being buried alive for 642 years by her vampire coven for going astray, Sarah is finally revived by a group of curious teenagers who had come across her coffin. Fangless and hungry, Sarah runs into Adam Richards, a twenty-five years old werewolf, who as she would find out later, happens to be her mate. The two are so different, yet so alike, but can not be together as the werewolves had a strong dislike for the vampires, so a new girl is brought to be Adam's mate, but Sarah doesn't plan to be replaced so easily.

Blood_Ink_9438 · Fantasy
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146 Chs

Chapter 14

The alpha stepped out of the bathroom after having a long satisfying bath. Adam had a milky skin which glowed brighter than that of the other wolves in the pack. 

The little droplets of water travelled in uncalculated steps down his muscular body. There were a few feid scars on his skin...on his back arm and stomach. But they all seemed to have pronounced his unique skin color like paint graces the canvas. The tattoo on his chest also understood the assignment completely. This was because Adam's bare body, if noticed by anyone who had also been with him, would have been taken for an art piece. 

His wet black hair was everywhere on his head, like happy attendees of s concert who were peeping around to catch a glimpse of the celebrity they had done to seem.

He wrapped a smaller towel over his head and rubbed quickly, using his hands to comb through his scalp at notable intervals. A cold metal glazed the back of his neck. Adam looked up into the mirror and saw Sarah was right behind him, with a knife poised at a vulnerable spot. He turned sharply and punched her with the towel in his hand. 

The knife dropped to the floor in a clashing echo, but not without drawing a little bit of warm blood from the victim it had been positioned to kill. 

Sarah crawled aimfully on the floor to pick up the weapon that had fallen off her hand. He kicked the knife quickly from her reach and picked it up. She lunged at him, trying to take the knife from him, bit he hits her hard with his elbow that she fell on the bed. 

Adam climbed quickly over her and held her down with one of his hands. Blood dripped from the wound on his neck and landed on her cheek. She really wished it landed on her tongue. His breathing was loud and faster, it fanned her on the face but she turned her face to the side. 

There was no use arguing or tried to fight back, he had already over powered her. Adam remained above her, wondering if he had really made the right decision bringing her into his house. He also hated the fact that he always has to question himself continually because of her. She was someone who had crept into his life.

He had a lot of doubts about himself and he hated that his mate had to be the one causing him to have so much doubts. A part of him was ever ready to throw her out if the doors of his home, while another part of him was fighting hard to keep her close to him. 

"Are you trying to have intercourse with me?" Her voice brought him out of his conflicting thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to mate right now? Werewolves mate vampires?" She repeated. 

The expressionless gaze Adam had was replaced with an irritated reaction, he moved off her and sat in the bed with the knife still in his hand.

"What was all that shit you just pulled off right now? I won't have any considerations keeping you here if you keep behaving like this."

"I have no clue," she said vaguely. 

Adam turned his head to look at the woman who was sitting awkwardly on his bed. 

"You don't know?"

"Yes."

Adam stood from the bed, trying to drop the knife absentmindedly anywhere around while she was still in the room with him, before she would king at him and actually stab him for real. 

"I wanted to kill you," She announced dryly.

He drummed the blade of the knife on the table for a while without saying a words. Sarah wasn't comfortable with the fact that he wasn't saying anything. She hated the silent treatment he gave her. Was it a silent treatment though? Or he was still trying to figure out what to do with her. Sarah had no idea. 

"I suddenly loathed your presence, and the smell of you became a headache to me. I have not enough explanation to give what I had felt while I sat alone outside," Sarah explained, hoping it would get Adam to finally talk. 

Adam understood exactly what was happening. The same way he conflicted with his lycan to either keep her close or away, was the same way she must have fought with dual feelings inside her body. 

He put his hands on the table, still holding to the knife, and sighed. 

"Intercourse?" Adam finally screeched, turning slowly turning his head to face her. 

"Really? That's such a sick word, Sarah," he faced the mirror and wiped off the drying blood with the towel. Sarah was still in the bed, trying to understand why he wasn't talking about the knife incident. 

"You thought I wanted to have sex with you? Damn! You're such a psycho."

Sarah remembered she had asked him if he wanted to have sex with her when he kbejt over her. It was a common position she was familiar with during her day. Whenever she was going to have sex with her make counterparts, they would usually undress themselves and kneel over her on the bed.

"You were not?"

"Of course I wasn't! Why would I? A vampire and a wolf, together...is that even possible?"

If Adam were to be a hundred percent honest at that point where he asked that question, he did have the answer. 

"Is something negative going to happen if we have intercourse?" Sarah quizzed bemusedly.

"Can you stop saying that word? It makes me sick. Sex is a more befitting synonym to use...or fuck."

"Synonym. Hmm. Is something negative going to happen if we have "synonym" together?" 

Adam had not been more irritated that he was when he heard Sarah talk. He couldn't imagine how such a dangerous and feisty woman like her could be so stupid when it came to comprehending simple grammar. 

Sarah was watching his reaction, he didn't give a reply to her question. He squished some hair oil into his left palm and rubbed it gently into his scalp. While she watched him oil her hair, she remembered her hair too. Interlocking her fingers through the strands of her very long hair. 

She stood off the bed and went to Adam's side, stretching out her hands in front of him. He looked at her confusedly. 

"What? Oil?" 

She nodded her head 

"Yes, I want some as well."

He squeezed enough oil to suffice for her lush and long hair, giving her a comb afterwards. Sarah bent her head sideways, causing all hair to fall to the side of her body. She takes her hand gently through the hair but it was extremely tangled and dirty. She took the comb and tried to comb through her hair. 

"The knife," she asked Adam, stretching out her arm again. Adam picked the knife he had dropped on the table again, holding right tibit to make sure it doesn't fall in her hands.

"If you're going to withhold the knife, I would simply go fetch another for myself in the kitchen," she told him. 

He reluctantly handed the knife over to her, staying vigilant and ready to drop her if she made another silly move. Sarah held a handful of her hair from her thigh area and chopped it off. Bronze strands of hair, about two feet long dripped to the ground. Her new length now fell to her waist. 

Adam wished she had not cut her hair off, because it looked very good on her. He appreciated that she dodicit her hair shorter than that. If only she knew how much woken out there were dying to have hair as long as hers. He didn't stop her nonetheless, instead he pulled her to the front of the mirror so that she could have a better view of what she was doing. 

Sarah had cut her hair into uneven sizes. She ran her hand through her hair but they were still tangled from the roots. Adam took our about bottle of liquid and told her to put it on her hair. It was a moisturizer and detangler. 

She smiled gratefully and took the bottle from him, pouring the contents over her hair. Some of it poured on the ground, making the floor messy with hair and oil. 

"You should totally leave the hair like this. It suits your crazy nature. Imagine walking around with such a hairstyle, no one is even going to ask you if you're mad or not."

"Then help me cut it into shape," she told him, handing him the knife. Adam took the knife from her and put it on the table. He then took out a scissors from one of the drawers, making her sit on the talk stool.

Adam ran the blades of the scissors through her hair tracing out the uneven parts. She watched his face from the mirror, tilting her head from left to right to left.

"Stay still," he cautioned. 

"Why do you have to have such a gaze worthy face?"

Adam smirked, appreciating the fact that she at least acknowledged his good looks

Sarah suddenly grabbed his thighs with both of her hands from behind, his body jerked forward, before Adam took his balance quickly.