Refusing my Alpha mate

Clair

I stood in the doorway, shocked, paralyzed.

"Come in, Clair," Arthur said, still with a towel wrapped around his waist, running his hand through his wet hair. And my eyes traveled over every inch of his body, every drop of water that ran down his sculpted body. I had never seen Arthur without clothes and even though the towel covered the best part, I was left breathless.

I went in, hesitantly, but I went in.

"I'm not comfortable talking to you in your room, maybe if we were outside," I said, but my hands simply closed the door behind me.

"Why?" Now Arthur, who was turning to his dresser, looked back at me, and the green eyes hit me, my lips opened and only then did I realize that my breath was caught in my throat. "Do you think I'm going to attack you?" Arthur took a step towards me, my body tensed, but not from fear, from desire. "Or that I'm going to kiss you by force?" He now took two more slow steps, trapping me against the closed door behind me. The answer to his question was no, for both, I felt uncomfortable because I didn't trust myself around him, not anymore.

Arthur was exactly above me, my neck stretched up to look into his eyes, and my body leaned in to kiss him, it was instinctive, I needed it.

He looked at me, his breathing was quick, I heard my heartbeat echoing inside my head, Arthur exhaled from his lungs and we shared the same breath. We were so close, so close, the kiss was inevitable, I opened my lips, and my feet stretched to reach him.

And then Arthur pulled back and turned back to the dresser, the loss of his contact made me almost fall forward, and the twist in my chest was almost a deep pain.

He grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and loosened the towel tied around his waist, revealing the most perfect, round ass I had ever seen.

"Arthur," I said indignantly, I wanted to turn around, but my body didn't obey me, I watched him get dressed with his back to me and before he even turned around, I asked.

"Why didn't you accept?" I asked, almost without thinking, but I was dying to know.

Arthur turned around after finishing dressing. He approached me again. He sighed, his gaze was down and then he looked deep into my eyes.

"For three reasons, Clair." He swallowed hard. "Firstly because the mate bond is not something to be reasoned about, or planned for. You asked for my rejection to follow a plan, and not because you really wanted to." I thought about interrupting, about saying something, but he just continued. "Second, because my wolf went into despair, just thinking about accepting. He couldn't take it, and you know that I honor him, always." He looked at me and his eyes looked at each of mine, sometimes going down to my lips, and this trance left me hypnotized. "And third, because I didn't want to accept it." He said and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"And now, what are you going to do?" I asked, almost as if my lips were faster than my mind.

"I don't know, but for now I don't accept your rejection." He said without moving, he was so close, so close, his scent flooding not only my nose but enveloping my body. "You know Clair, we are mixed beings, half human and half wolves. And as much as the human part rationalizes everything, not everything is made to be thought about. There are many things that can only be felt." And at that moment his fingers passed so lightly across my forehead and down my cheek, making me feel such a strong shiver that my body contorted.

The next movements I don't know for sure if it was all me, or my wolf helped, but she came, took my eyes and my feet stretched, while I stood on tip to reach his lips. My hands rested on his chest, and for half a second Arthur remained static while my lips touched his, the feeling I had the first time I kissed him, came with everything, much stronger, flooded me, filled me, suffocated me, like nothing else in the world matter, just him, just us. After that half a second passed, Arthur pulled me closer by the waist with one hand, and his other hand went to my neck, while his tongue invaded my mouth, I didn't really know what to do, but it was as if his movements guided me, he dominated me, and I liked that. It was as if with his every move, I knew exactly what to do next. He pushed his hips against mine, and his hard cock squeezed my thighs, an involuntary moan escaped my lips, at the same time a flash of shyness hit me, I didn't know how to react, but he noticed. I lightly pushed his chest away and looked down. And at that moment it was as if I were inside his mind, as if our thoughts were mixing, and I'm not sure if he asked verbally, or if I just heard it inside my head.

"You are… ?" He didn't even say the word, but I was a virgin, I had never been kissed before him, much less touched, and at that moment I knew he understood, I just turned my back.

"You were my first kiss, Arthur." I confessed, amidst the gasps that were my breathing.

"Hey, Clair." He said, touching my shoulder, which made me turn to him, Arthur held my face with both hands and his thumb brushed my lower lip, at that moment his eyes covered every inch of my face, as if he was analyzing, as if he was photographing that image in his mind. My wolf growled, a low, husky growl, almost as if it was a sign that she was finally at peace. This time he kissed me, but it wasn't intense like before, it was gentle and subtle, but it surrounded me in the same way, with a feeling of safety and protection.

I had planned my whole life to reject my partner, I had my reasons, but I had never planned how I would feel, how it could be wrong if it made me feel so good. My mind and my heart were a big soup of feelings, emotions, and thoughts, and I clearly didn't know what I wanted anymore.

"Alpha Clair?" The question came from outside, and I was so involved in the kiss that it took me a while to recognize the voice. Arthur walked away from me slowly, he also furrowed his eyebrows without understanding who it was. And it was when I started thinking again that I was able to recognize his voice and smell that was escaping from under the door.

"Yes, David," I said as loudly as I could, but I pushed myself away from the door to open it.

"Everything is fine?" He asked at the same time I opened the door.

"Yes, it is," I responded, looking at the head of my guard who was with Monica, still wearing the dress from the night before and her hair was messy.

"Did you just arrive now?" The question came from Arthur and was accompanied by a smile, Monica didn't answer, she just shrugged her shoulders smiling and David had a wide, silly smile on his lips.

"But why are you here, boss? I recognize your scent, but it's different." David asked, I didn't even respond, Monica's eyes widened and her gaze went from me to Arthur without stopping.

"No way, are you way?" She asked, waving her hands in the air excitedly, and only then did I remember that they had revealed themselves to be mates and left, before Arthur and I discovered our bond, and from the smell they exuded, they must have only had sex until then.

"Yes, but don't get excited. Clair asked for my rejection in front of everyone." Arthur said, and at that moment I realized once again what I had done, it wasn't just the request for rejection, it was the fact that I had rejected him in front of everyone, no one had ever not accepted a rejection, because it was a dishonor. And who would want to insist on being with a mate who doesn't want you? Arthur's words carried pain and shame.

"But he didn't accept it," I replied shifting my gaze to him.

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Monica hugged David once again.

"Well, you guys sort it out. We're going. See you later." She said practically pulling David, who wanted, I don't know why, to talk a little more.

We watched them leave, and enter Monica's room.

"He's a nice guy?" Arthur's question was almost a whisper that made me turn to him.

"Yes, he's amazing," I said and Arthur soon responded.

"She deserves someone amazing." He smiled but I completed it.

"David is a great leader, great soldier, and great friend. I've always enjoyed training with him, I think he's the closest for me, that would be you and Monica." I said, practically opening up to Arthur, that I just didn't understand how it was so easy to open up to him.

But his reaction wasn't what I imagined, Arthur twitched and grunted. And as if I were inside his head, I felt his jealousy towards me. Only then did I identify the smell, it was jealousy. And the laugh that came out of my chest was so quick that I couldn't hold it back.

"Don't worry Arthur, keep that jealousy to yourself, I never had sex with him, like you did with your friend." I didn't want to offend Monica, but at that moment I was irritated with Arthur.

"I swear, if anyone dares touch a hair of yours, I'll rip their head off," Arthur said between gasps, and grunting and there was so much truth and certainty in that sentence that I felt each word vibrate inside my bones. He was completely on top of me, pressing my back against the wall, so much so that I had to turn my face completely up to be able to look at him.

"You don't own me, Arthur," I replied without taking my eyes off his.

"But I'm your mate." He responded without moving.

"Until you accept my rejection, the offer still stands," I said and he exhaled, looking away and taking a step back. I opened the door and left, without looking back. Only then did I realize how nervous I was, my heart felt like it was going to go out of my mouth, my breathing was labored, and I could hear the sound of a punch on the door behind me.

With Clair, it seems like he gives one step arread and two backward. What do you think are the motives that make Clair want the rejection? And who else thinks that she is starting to feel more things than she expected?