The fate of the Rejected Alpha

MARGARET AND SASHA FIGHT

One moon later…

“They’re perfect,” Occisor says, making circular motions on Sasha’s nipple.

“You’re perfect,” she smiles and pulls her mate’s head for one more kiss.

It has only been a few minutes since the sky cleared over the gray clouds. With almost a month of coexistence, it can be said that both of them have changed and evolved. Sasha now knows the fight of the eight guns, learned it even faster than Occisor. In one day, he learned all the bases of defense and she, in just one day, learned the bases of defense and attack.

Their relationship couldn’t be warmer. Occisor has been affectionate and kinder. A perfect mate, he’s everything Sasha ever wanted. But he is only like that with her, with anyone else he continues to be cold and rude. She tried to talk to him about stopping killing the wolves, but the look he cast at her made her shut up right away.

It’s not because he accepted me that he had ceased to be a traitor. Although… I also betrayed my race, I ran away and left Guila and Brunno behind, these were the thoughts that Sasha had upon receiving Occisor’s gaze.

“Hey, time to get up,” Mary knocks on the bedroom door.

“Better get going,” Sasha smiles and gets up from the bed.

She now, like her mate, sleeps naked. But also, every night they make sex, so it’s better to be naked than get her clothes ripped off.

Occisor pulls her back to bed and stays on top of her.

He softly kisses her neck and descends, with each kiss a shiver is sent to the center of Sasha’s legs. The hungry eyes of a wolf stare directly at her pink nipples and he takes one on his mouth. While sucking on one, his hand massages the other. Sasha’s hands squeeze the sheets in an attempt to control herself, heat spreading all over her body.

Sasha spreads her legs, leaving Occisor better between them. He smiles, he achieved his goal of provoking his mate. He brushes his cock over her entrance, stimulating her most sensitive point. A long sigh is released from Sasha’s mouth that resounds like music in Occisor’s ears. And now, without saying a word, he gets up from the bed, leaving her panting and red-faced. The smell of her excitement fills the entire room.

“It’s not good to keep Mary waiting,” he says, smiling mischievously and going to his laundry basket.

Sasha growls under her breath, and lies still a few more seconds catching her breath.

“Come now,” Occisor pulls her by the arm, forcing her to get up.

She grunts, making Occisor laugh. She takes her nightgown and puts on one of her dresses. They leave the bedroom together.

Margaret is already sitting on the couch, Mary is by the window.

“Good morning,” Occisor and Sasha said together.

“Good morning,” Mary replies and turns in front of them. “You two took forever to get out of the room.”

“It’s her fault, she didn’t want to get out of bed. She’s lazy,” Occisor says and Sasha slaps his arm.

“It was his fault, he wouldn’t let me out of bed!”

“I had to pull you up.”

“It’s your fault my legs got…”

“Enough already. What are the missions, Mary?” Margaret talks impatiently with the scene in front of her.

Seeing the smile on Occisor’s face, her younger brother, was supposed to make her happy and she hated herself for only being able to feel anger. She wants things to go back to the way they were, just the three of them. Three traumatized people, one family of predators. And for Margaret, that family had no place for a runaway bitch.

“I’m sorry, but your honeymoon will have to wait. I can no longer take over the missions in Occisor’s place.”

“You said they weren’t sending me any missions.”

“You needed a vacation, honey, don’t be upset.”

“Mary,” Margaret calls her.

“Yes?”

“Have you reported to the government that Sashanis here? They took it without saying anything?”

“Well,” Mary looks at Sasha who is confused by Margaret’s questions. “I haven’t told them yet. She had to get used to being here first…”

“So the plan is to let her stay here, being supported by our work while she does nothing besides fucking around and reading my books?”

“Watch your mouth, Margaret!”

“I’m not gonna give my money a bitch who doesn’t even…”

“No one asked you to do that. I make more money than you. I can very well take care of my female,” Occisor says, leaving Margaret stunned. “She doesn’t need your money, she has mine and the next time you…”

“Calm down, my children, there is a solution for everything.” Mary gets involved. “I’ll write to the government, Sasha will work with us. She’s already being trained.”

“I don’t want you to put her at risk, Mary.”

“So fighting these races is a risk to your little Sasha but not to me and Mary?” Margaret rolls her EYES. “You disappoint me every day.”

“You and Mary, unlike her, wanted to run these rich people and you trained me. So you dare compare yourself to her, you vampire…”

“That’s enough, you’re not kids anymore,” Mary makes them both shut up.

“Mary,” Sasha calls her, “I don’t want to kill anyone. I’m sorry. But I don’t ever want to see blood again.”

“Ah, the little princess is afraid of blood,” Margaret mocks, making Occisor growl.

“You don’t have to, I’ll take care of you,” he says, smoothing his mate’s knee that smiles shyly.

Margaret rolls her eyes so as not to see the scene of affection between the two.

“Then I’ll just notify the government of your arrival at the base, I’ll have to report how you got here.”

“All right, I just…”

Sasha touches her neck missing her purse for the first time. Her whole being tensed, the worry on Occisor’s face didn’t go unnoticed by Mary.

“What?” Mary questions as she approaches the young woman.

“My bag. It was all that was left of Guila and Bruno… I lost it,” the tears begin to fall from the blue eyes.

“Where did you last see it?” Mary wonders.

“In the woods. When you didn’t let me run away,” Sasha looks with teary eyes at Occisor who sighs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find it. What’s inside?”

“I don’t know, Bruno just gave it to me and said it was little, but it was all they had.”

“Alright. I’ll find it,” Occisor pulls her to his chest and kisses her forehead in order to calm his mateMaterial © NôvelDrama.Org.

“And the most dramatic award goes to… Sasha!” Margaret says, clapping her hands.

“Margaret, I said to stop,” Occisor says between his teeth.

“What’s your problem?” Sasha faces her for the first time, she’s already tired of the tasteless jokes Margaret always makes.

This makes a smile open on the vampire’s lips. Margaret looks at her with a superior look.

“You are my problem!” she says in Sasha’s face and approaches her. “Since you arrived here, my work has tripled and I was forced to stay out of the house for fifteen days so that you, the madam, the victim, the poor thing would get along with Occisor.” she laughed ironically. “I am obliged to sit at the same table as you, to look at you every day and I still have my books, bought with the effort of my work, contaminated with your paws, you scum…”

Margaret is interrupted by Sasha’s hand that hits her face hard, turning her pale face red.

“You’re finally showing your claws, you slut!” Margaret punches Sasha in the gut.

Sasha bends over trying to catch her breath by taking a few steps back, but the vampire doesn’t give her time by throwing her on the ground and climbing on top of her. Sasha manages to hold Margaret’s wrists together and pulls her down by banging her head against hers. This leaves Margaret disoriented for a second, and a second is enough for Sasha to reverse their positions. She turns her hands into claws and when she goes to stick them in Margaret’s face, Occisor pulls her away from the vampire.

“You bastard, you think this is gonna stay like this?” Margaret gets up and tries again to go after Sasha, but Mary stops her.

“Enough! Go to your room!” Mary says. .

“I’m not a child, you can’t…”

“I’m not going to repeat an order twice,” Mary says in a lower tone, leaving no gaps for Margaret to reply.

Margaret, giving up, walks in strides to her bedroom and slams the door shut.

“I’m sorry… I…”

“Don’t apologize, I’m proud of you. I have a mate,” Occisor smiles and hugs Sasha.

Mary just sighs. She is happy that Sasha can finally defend herself and doesn’t keep begging for help. But she is sad, she never imagined that Margaret would have so much hatred for Occisor’s mate.

“Occisor,” Mary draws his attention. “We have to go, the mission…”

“What’s the mission about?”

“Children are disappearing, we need to find them. Margaret won’t be going. She worked very hard.”

“I don’t want to leave Sasha alone here with her.”

“She can come with us.”

“Won’t it be a bother to take me along?”

“No, we will do this mission very quickly,” Occisor says, putting a lock of the young woman’s hair behind her ear.

“We’ll go, after dinner.”

“Right,” after Occisor’s reply, Mary withdraws from the room.

Occisor and Sasha return to their room and hug each other, cuddling.