Alpha's STOLEN Mate Chapter 60

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I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. All I knew was the exhaustion—a bone-deep weariness that felt like I'd been drowning in darkness for an eternity. But slowly, warmth began creeping over my skin, so real and tangible that it pulled me back toward consciousness.

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Kaius's face inches from mine.

*What the fuck?*

I was in his arms. In my own bedroom. He was sitting on my bed, holding me like something precious he was afraid to break.

Instinct took over. I shoved him away with all my strength, rolling to the far edge of the bed as he tumbled backward. What shocked me was how easy it had been—I felt stronger than ever before, my body responding with power I'd never possessed.

The wound in my chest was completely gone. No scar, no pain, nothing to indicate I'd been on the verge of death.

But the most disturbing thing wasn't my miraculous recovery. It was the way my entire body was reacting to Kaius's proximity. An overwhelming, visceral pull toward him that was ten times stronger than anything I'd felt before. Every cell in my body seemed to crave closeness to him, and it was taking all my willpower not to move back into his arms.

*Fuck. What the hell happened to me? Is this some kind of fever dream?*

I slowly stood up from the bed, my legs feeling surprisingly steady. Kaius immediately rushed over to support me, his hands reaching for my shoulders.

I shoved him away again, but this time he didn't let go. Instead, he looked at me with an expression of concern I'd never seen on his face before.

"How are you feeling?" he asked urgently. "Any pain? Dizziness? Discomfort?"

The genuine worry in his voice made me realize this wasn't a dream. I'd actually survived. Somehow, impossibly, I'd recovered from a wound that should have killed me instantly.

"Was it Lyra who saved me?" I asked, my mind racing through possibilities.

Kaius shook his head.

"Did Evelyn use some kind of resurrection magic?"

Another head shake. But his expression was complicated—guilty yet almost amused, like he was bracing himself for an explosion.

Dread began pooling in my stomach. I knew there was one other way mates could share life force, one method that went beyond normal healing...

And I was standing dangerously close to him. Close enough that I could feel my heartbeat accelerating to a terrifying degree, could sense the mate bond practically boiling between us.

*No. He wouldn't. He couldn't have—*

I ran to the mirror, shouting "No, no, no!" as I yanked aside the collar of my sleep shirt.

The mark on my shoulder was unmistakable. Fresh, permanent, and burning with supernatural energy.

"NOOOOOO!"

My scream echoed through the entire pack house, probably audible to every single person in the territory. I collapsed to the floor, a mixture of rage, disbelief, and crushing defeat washing over me as I cursed violently in every language I knew.

After several minutes of creative profanity, I scrambled to my feet and stormed over to Kaius, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him.

"How dare you mark me while I was unconscious!" I snarled. "You had no right! No fucking right to do this without my consent!"

Kaius allowed me to manhandle him, his voice infuriatingly calm. "It's done. The mark is permanent. There's no going back."

"Don't assume that!" I shot back. "Just because you took advantage of me doesn't mean you own me! I can find a way to sever this bond if I have to!"

For the first time, something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Though he didn't physically restrain me, his voice carried unmistakable warning. "You can throw whatever tantrum you want about anything else. But this? I won't allow you to harm yourself trying to break what's meant to be."

"You think because you're Alpha King you can just refuse and mark people without permission?" My voice rose with fury. "This is my territory, asshole! And I was the one who saved you! I risked my life to rescue your stupid ass, and you repaid me by permanently marking me while I was dying? I should have let those wolves tear you apart!"

"My mate," Kaius said quietly, "stop fighting reality. You couldn't bear to let me die, just as I would use any means necessary to save you." His expression grew more serious. "But more importantly—we need each other now more than ever. We have a common enemy. A powerful one."

I turned away dismissively. "I don't need your help. I can handle them myself. You're just going to get in my way."

"Out!" I commanded, pointing at the door. "This is my room!"

But Kaius didn't move. Instead, he smiled slightly. "Your best friends didn't try to stop me from entering your room. Seems like they're quite accepting of our mate status."

*Traitors. Both Scarlett and Evelyn are complete traitors.*

That's when I noticed what I was wearing—a loose sleep shirt that definitely wasn't what I'd had on during the battle. I looked down at myself, then back at Kaius with dawning horror.

"I had to clean the blood off you," he said matter-of-factly. "Which meant changing your clothes. There wasn't exactly an alternative."

I pressed my hands to my face, completely overwhelmed. This man was absolutely impossible. I needed to get him out of here before I lost what remained of my sanity.

I began physically pushing him toward the door, using all my enhanced strength to move him like a piece of furniture. Just as I was about to shove him over the threshold, his arm shot out and pulled me against his chest.

"You've said a lot of things just now," he murmured against my ear, his voice dropping to a lower register. "But you didn't mention the most important thing. The bond between us—how does it feel now? Stronger than before, isn't it?"

I could feel every plane of his body against mine, the heat of him seeping through thin fabric. "Get off me," I managed to say. "I don't feel anything."

Kaius’s laugh was a low, predatory rumble. "Then prove it to me."

His mouth crashed down on mine before I could even breathe. It was a brutal claiming, his tongue sweeping past my lips, tasting my rage and swallowing it whole. My mind screamed NO, but the second our skin touched, the mark on my shoulder ignited. It wasn't a burn; it was a supernova, flooding every nerve ending with pure, liquid fire. A helpless whimper escaped my throat, a sound of utter betrayal to my own will.

He walked me backward to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine, and tumbled me onto the sheets. He loomed over me, the dark possessiveness in his eyes a terrifying mirror to the raw, carnal need now raging inside me. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers tangling in the curls between my legs. I was already soaked, my body’s shameless welcome mat laid out for the conqueror my mind despised.

"Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp.

He parted my thighs, and I felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against my drenched folds. Just that touch—that blunt, promising pressure—sent a bolt of lightning from my cunt straight to the mark, making me arch off the bed with a strangled cry.

"You. Are. Mine,” he snarled, and thrust into me.

The feeling was… impossible. A searing pain of being stretched too wide, immediately consumed by an explosion of pleasure so profound it felt sacred. He filled me completely, a perfect, damning fit. My conscious thoughts shattered. There was only the sensation of him buried to the hilt inside me, his cock a hot, iron rod branding me from the inside out. He stayed still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of his claim, then began to move with slow, deep, punishing thrusts that were designed to break me. And I broke.

"More,” I gasped, the word ripped from a part of me I didn’t know existed.

A cruel smirk touched his lips.

He pulled out of me slowly, the sensation of his retreat an agony, then flipped me onto my stomach with an expert’s ease. He entered me again from behind, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back hard against him. This angle was different. Deeper. More primal. He slammed into me, each thrust hitting my cervix with a jolt that lit up my entire body. I was nothing but a vessel for sensation, my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the shameless, animalistic cries tearing from my throat. The slap of our bodies was a raw, wet rhythm, the only music in the universe.

He wasn’t finished. He pulled out again, and the loss was so acute I cried out. He turned me onto my back once more, lifting my legs and hooking them over his shoulders. Now I was completely open to him, exposed and vulnerable. He drove back in, the angle impossibly deep, grinding against my G-spot with every powerful stroke. My vision swam. The pleasure was overwhelming, building layer upon agonizing layer, a tidal wave with no shore.

"You feel that, don't you?" he growled, his face close to mine, his eyes locked on my unraveling expression. "This is what you've been fighting. This is us."

His words were the final push that sent me over the edge.

A violent spasm seized my core, my cunt walls clenching and unclenching around his cock in a frantic, greedy rhythm.

A scream of pure, mindless pleasure ripped from my throat as the release shotgunned through me, obliterating every thought. My body wasn't mine anymore; it was just a conduit for each punishing contraction that pulsed from my womb, flooding me again and again.