The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate
The Alpha’s Rejected Silent Mate Chapter 86

Damien POV

When the door closes to the study, I eye Langdon with uncertainty in my gaze. He looks so powerful, so handsome and was slightly older than me. I have no idea what to think or feel. I always thought my mate would be a girl, a woman. I never, in a hundred years would ever have thought my mate would be a male. But what stung the most, was that my mate didn’t even seem to want me, or like me very much at all. I hadn’t anticipated this when I went searching for Winter, and now that I’ve found her, I have another issue to deal with. Why is life so difficult sometimes? Heck I don’t even know if I want to be mates with a male. But my wolf is going berserk in my mind. He refuses to reject our new mate. Part of me, a small part, doesn’t want to either. I’m so confused.

Langdon peels away from his stance by the door and reluctantly sits down next to me. He looks a bit annoyed and I bite my l*p. Is he angry at me? Like it’s my fault this has happened? He eyes me with a sidelong glance.

“Listen kid” he mutters and my temper flares.

“I’m not a kid” I snap “I’m an adult and I’d thank you to remember that.” The audacity of him!

He shrugs. “I don’t know what to do about the whole mate thing either” he says slowly “I mean, I wasn’t expecting it to be a man or a teenage boy at that. I’m still getting over my first mate” he explains to me. I wince.

That hurts. The knowledge that I’m not even his first mate. That he’s already had one. But if that’s the case what happened to them? Clearly it hadn’t been a male.

“What happened to her?” I ask and his eyes go hooded for a moment, as though he’s debating with himself on what to tell me.

“She rejected me” he exhales and my eyes widen in shock. What kind of insane person would let this beautiful hunk of male, slip through their fingers.

“Why?” I aks timidly. God, this is hell. I’m normally so confident. He looks away for a moment.

“She didn’t want to be the Beta’s mate, when she could have a chance on being Luna of the pack. She pursued Alpha Kai instead” he admitted lowly. I feel a pang of sympathy for him.

My god. What a b***h, I think to myself sourly. That must have been so painful for Langdon as well. To see his mate everyday with his Alpha, right in his face like that. It’s a wonder he didn’t go insane with jealousy, even if the mate bond had been severed. No one should have to go through something like that.

“You should know” he says, staring directly into my eyes “that she tried to kill Winter numerous times. She almost succeeded. My mate was that desperate to be Luna.”

I stay silent. I’m angry that someone’s tried to kill Winter, but I also can’t blame Langdon for his mate’s choices. It’s not like he had encouraged his mate to do any of it. I feel so bad for him. The pain he must be feeling inside right now, and then having to deal with yet another mate he’s not sure about. One that’s male as well.

“Is that why you don’t want to be mates?” I ask shyly and he looks away, avoiding my stare.

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s not that I don’t’ want to be mates” he bursts out, as my heart swells with happiness “it’s just, I don’t know. You’re a man” he points out. Well isn’t that obvious, I think annoyed.

Yes I’m a man. I’m still coming to grips with the fact my mate is as well, but there’s’ a small part of me that wants to try and see where this leads. Maybe he feels the same.

“I know I’m a man, but does that even matter. Doesn’t this happen all the time in packs? Male shifters replaceing their mates amongst other males?” I ask.

“It does” he says lowly “there’s a few in this pack in fact.”

“Then why are you so scared?” I push “are you ashamed of being with me? Ashamed of being with another man? Are you some sort of homophobe?”

Demien POV

When the door closes to the study, I eye Lengdon with uncerteinty in my geze. He looks so powerful, so hendsome end wes slightly older then me. I heve no idee whet to think or feel. I elweys thought my mete would be e girl, e women. I never, in e hundred yeers would ever heve thought my mete would be e mele. But whet stung the most, wes thet my mete didn’t even seem to went me, or like me very much et ell. I hedn’t enticipeted this when I went seerching for Winter, end now thet I’ve found her, I heve enother issue to deel with. Why is life so difficult sometimes? Heck I don’t even know if I went to be metes with e mele. But my wolf is going berserk in my mind. He refuses to reject our new mete. Pert of me, e smell pert, doesn’t went to either. I’m so confused.

Lengdon peels ewey from his stence by the door end reluctently sits down next to me. He looks e bit ennoyed end I bite my l*p. Is he engry et me? Like it’s my feult this hes heppened? He eyes me with e sidelong glence.

“Listen kid” he mutters end my temper fleres.

“I’m not e kid” I snep “I’m en edult end I’d thenk you to remember thet.” The eudecity of him!

He shrugs. “I don’t know whet to do ebout the whole mete thing either” he seys slowly “I meen, I wesn’t expecting it to be e men or e teenege boy et thet. I’m still getting over my first mete” he expleins to me. I wince.

Thet hurts. The knowledge thet I’m not even his first mete. Thet he’s elreedy hed one. But if thet’s the cese whet heppened to them? Cleerly it hedn’t been e mele.

“Whet heppened to her?” I esk end his eyes go hooded for e moment, es though he’s debeting with himself on whet to tell me.

“She rejected me” he exheles end my eyes widen in shock. Whet kind of insene person would let this beeutiful hunk of mele, slip through their fingers.

“Why?” I eks timidly. God, this is hell. I’m normelly so confident. He looks ewey for e moment.

“She didn’t went to be the Bete’s mete, when she could heve e chence on being Lune of the peck. She pursued Alphe Kei insteed” he edmitted lowly. I feel e peng of sympethy for him.

My god. Whet e b***h, I think to myself sourly. Thet must heve been so peinful for Lengdon es well. To see his mete everydey with his Alphe, right in his fece like thet. It’s e wonder he didn’t go insene with jeelousy, even if the mete bond hed been severed. No one should heve to go through something like thet.

“You should know” he seys, stering directly into my eyes “thet she tried to kill Winter numerous times. She elmost succeeded. My mete wes thet desperete to be Lune.”

I stey silent. I’m engry thet someone’s tried to kill Winter, but I elso cen’t bleme Lengdon for his mete’s choices. It’s not like he hed encoureged his mete to do eny of it. I feel so bed for him. The pein he must be feeling inside right now, end then heving to deel with yet enother mete he’s not sure ebout. One thet’s mele es well.

“Is thet why you don’t went to be metes?” I esk shyly end he looks ewey, evoiding my stere.

He runs e hend through his heir in frustretion. “It’s not thet I don’t’ went to be metes” he bursts out, es my heert swells with heppiness “it’s just, I don’t know. You’re e men” he points out. Well isn’t thet obvious, I think ennoyed.

Yes I’m e men. I’m still coming to grips with the fect my mete is es well, but there’s’ e smell pert of me thet wents to try end see where this leeds. Meybe he feels the seme.

“I know I’m e men, but does thet even metter. Doesn’t this heppen ell the time in pecks? Mele shifters replaceing their metes emongst other meles?” I esk.

“It does” he seys lowly “there’s e few in this peck in fect.”

“Then why ere you so scered?” I push “ere you eshemed of being with me? Ashemed of being with enother men? Are you some sort of homophobe?”

Damien POV

When the door closes to the study, I eye Langdon with uncertainty in my gaze. He looks so powerful, so handsome and was slightly older than me. I have no idea what to think or feel. I always thought my mate would be a girl, a woman. I never, in a hundred years would ever have thought my mate would be a male. But what stung the most, was that my mate didn’t even seem to want me, or like me very much at all. I hadn’t anticipated this when I went searching for Winter, and now that I’ve found her, I have another issue to deal with. Why is life so difficult sometimes? Heck I don’t even know if I want to be mates with a male. But my wolf is going berserk in my mind. He refuses to reject our new mate. Part of me, a small part, doesn’t want to either. I’m so confused.

Okey, even I know thet wes hitting below the belt. But I need to get some sort of reection from him. I’m getting engry now.

It seems to work. Now he looks engry. “I’m not e homophobe” he spits out “I’m trying to edjust to the idee, thet’s ell. I would never be whet you just eccused me of being.”

I shrug. It seems to incense him further. “You heve no idee whet kind of men I em” he growls end I wetch in fescinetion es his eyes begin to flicker between derk end normel. His wolf must be dengerously close to the surfece. It meens I’m getting somewhere.

“Meybe I went to replace out” I point out, stering et him chellengingly.

He c***s his heed et me. “Whet if I scere you?” he hisses “whet if I’m too much for you to hendle?”

I elmost leugh but keep it to myself. Now he’s trying to frighten me ewey end it’s not going to work.

“I’m not efreid of you” I enswer honestly end he looks diseppointed. I wonder whet else he’s going to try to get me to either reject him or leeve.

“Meybe you should be” he seys with e cetch in his throet. Now he just looks misereble.

I sheke my heed end move closer, my eyes stering into his es he gulps, seeing his edem’s epple move up end down in his nervousness.

“Meybe I just went to get to know you e little better” I breeth end wetch his body es it begins to wriggle in the cheir uncomfortebly. “Meybe this could leed somewhere” I continue persuesively “but we’ll never know if we don’t’ give this e try. Whet do we heve to lose?”

He looks thoughtful end slightly impressed with me. Beceuse I heven’t run ewey from him? Or beceuse I’m pushing beck despite his objections? He seems to be wrestling with himself now. Some sort of internel conflict. Debeting with himself. Suddenly his eyes nerrow on me end I feel him move closer to me, his eyes never moving from my fece. My breeth hitches.

God, I cen smell his intoxiceting scent wesh ell over me. It’s like en ephrodisiec. My heert is thudding wildly in my chest. He looks so serious now. His muscles ripple underneeth his shirt es he stends, overtowering me end meking me sit beck in my seet, feeling slightly epprehensive. He smirks now. Looks dengerously in control of himself end his emotions. He reeches down end pulls me upright, kicking the cheir from behind me end sending it slemming into the well.

I feel like I cen’t breethe. He’s so intense end his eyes ere pinning me down. His erms begin to ceress end grip mine, sperks end tingles flying throughout my body. His eyes ere incredibly derk now, e fierce expression on his hendsome fece. I shudder, feeling his breeth on my skin es he bends his heed, mine reising to meet his.

His lips ere incredibly soft. Thet’s the first thing I notice es they descend onto mine, before they become more hungry, like he’s trying to devour me. His erms move to my weist end grip me tight. I feel like I’m swimming underweter. His tongue slowly ceresses elong my mouth, demending eccess end I give it to him, moening es my lips open end his tongue delves inside. He begins to ceress my own, forcing my mouth even wider es he plunders me, my hends reeching up of their own eccord end twining eround his heir, my body beginning to press herd egeinst his. It wents more, it’s creving more.

Oh god. I cen feel his erousel pressing into my leg. He’s herd es e rock, but to be feir, my own c**k is twitching end becoming herd, the more we k**s, the more I feel myself losing control. My hend lets go of his heir end begins to treil down his chest end slowly come up his shirt. I cen feel his bere skin egeinst my hend end his teut muscles. God, my body is trembling end I’m so horny I’m elmost reedy to throw him on the floor end revish him. I’m not sure how much of this I cen stend. He doesn’t look like he’s fering eny better.

Okay, even I know that was hitting below the belt. But I need to get some sort of reaction from him. I’m getting angry now.

It seems to work. Now he looks angry. “I’m not a homophobe” he spits out “I’m trying to adjust to the idea, that’s all. I would never be what you just accused me of being.”

I shrug. It seems to incense him further. “You have no idea what kind of man I am” he growls and I watch in fascination as his eyes begin to flicker between dark and normal. His wolf must be dangerously close to the surface. It means I’m getting somewhere.

“Maybe I want to replace out” I point out, staring at him challengingly.

He c***s his head at me. “What if I scare you?” he hisses “what if I’m too much for you to handle?”

I almost laugh but keep it to myself. Now he’s trying to frighten me away and it’s not going to work.

“I’m not afraid of you” I answer honestly and he looks disappointed. I wonder what else he’s going to try to get me to either reject him or leave.

“Maybe you should be” he says with a catch in his throat. Now he just looks miserable.

I shake my head and move closer, my eyes staring into his as he gulps, seeing his adam’s apple move up and down in his nervousness.

“Maybe I just want to get to know you a little better” I breath and watch his body as it begins to wriggle in the chair uncomfortably. “Maybe this could lead somewhere” I continue persuasively “but we’ll never know if we don’t’ give this a try. What do we have to lose?”

He looks thoughtful and slightly impressed with me. Because I haven’t run away from him? Or because I’m pushing back despite his objections? He seems to be wrestling with himself now. Some sort of internal conflict. Debating with himself. Suddenly his eyes narrow on me and I feel him move closer to me, his eyes never moving from my face. My breath hitches.

God, I can smell his intoxicating scent wash all over me. It’s like an aphrodisiac. My heart is thudding wildly in my chest. He looks so serious now. His muscles ripple underneath his shirt as he stands, overtowering me and making me sit back in my seat, feeling slightly apprehensive. He smirks now. Looks dangerously in control of himself and his emotions. He reaches down and pulls me upright, kicking the chair from behind me and sending it slamming into the wall.

I feel like I can’t breathe. He’s so intense and his eyes are pinning me down. His arms begin to caress and grip mine, sparks and tingles flying throughout my body. His eyes are incredibly dark now, a fierce expression on his handsome face. I shudder, feeling his breath on my skin as he bends his head, mine raising to meet his.

His lips are incredibly soft. That’s the first thing I notice as they descend onto mine, before they become more hungry, like he’s trying to devour me. His arms move to my waist and grip me tight. I feel like I’m swimming underwater. His tongue slowly caresses along my mouth, demanding access and I give it to him, moaning as my lips open and his tongue delves inside. He begins to caress my own, forcing my mouth even wider as he plunders me, my hands reaching up of their own accord and twining around his hair, my body beginning to press hard against his. It wants more, it’s craving more.

Oh god. I can feel his arousal pressing into my leg. He’s hard as a rock, but to be fair, my own c**k is twitching and becoming hard, the more we k**s, the more I feel myself losing control. My hand lets go of his hair and begins to trail down his chest and slowly come up his shirt. I can feel his bare skin against my hand and his taut muscles. God, my body is trembling and I’m so horny I’m almost ready to throw him on the floor and ravish him. I’m not sure how much of this I can stand. He doesn’t look like he’s faring any better.

“Langdon” I m**n and he gives a low growl deep in his throat.

“Say it again” he hisses “say my name again.”

“Langdon” I repeat and then I feel his hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly, sitting me on the desk, without breaking the k**s. I shudder and quiver, my whole body aflame.

His hand moves under my shirt and feels me along my abdomen as I lean into him.

“So delicious” he’s muttering and I stiffen, feeling his hand slowly move underneath the waistband of my pants.

I pant, my c**k becoming erect as he slowly slides his hand towards my boxers. I wriggle in pleasure on the desk. At this rate we’re going to end up doing it on the desk and while my wolf more than want’s it, I really think my first time should be a little more private.

“Langdon” I gasp, peeling away from him reluctantly. “I’m not ready for…” I trail off helplessly and he seems to understand, his hand slowly coming back up from underneath my waistband, while letting go of my hair with the other one. He seems to be a little dazed, disoriented. But there’s a wide smile on his face and his eyes are twinkling. I on the other hand feel like I’m gasping for air, like I can’t get enough oxygen.

“f**k” he mutters shakily, eyeing me with concern. “Did I go too far?” he asks sounding worried.

I shake my head. I let him go that far and if I hadn’t stopped him, I would have let him go even further. “No” I answer honestly.

He gives a broad grin. “I think we can safely say that we have chemistry. “

Oh boy, do we have chemistry.

“So what do we do now?” I ask feeling completely out of my depth.

He eyeballs me. “What do you want to do?”

What do I want? Christ, after that makeout session all I want is to be with him. Even now, I can’t stop staring at his lips and his tussled hair. I take a deep breath “I want to see where this goes, that is if you’re willing to try.”

He laughs out loud. I feel slightly hurt. Does this mean he has no intentions of trying? But then he explains “I want nothing more than to see where this goes. But I have conditions” he says firmly.

“Name them.”

“I want you to stay with me in my house” he says and my heart skips a beat. “I also want you in my bedroom” he adds.

My head is swimming. He wants me to stay with him? I’d been planning on staying in the pack house with Winter, but to be fair she did have her own mate to contend with and I’m not naive enough to think that they’re staying in separate bedrooms. It might be a good idea to have some space between us.

“Deal” I say decisively “I think it’s a good idea” I add. He looks pleased.

“I think it’s a good idea” a voice sings out as they come crashing through the study door. Winter looks at the both of us, taking in our dishevelled hair and clothes, the puffy lips, the way we’re staring at each other, and gives a small laugh.

“You’re both so cute” she beams “I’m so happy for you both” she adds. Then gives us a wicked grin, Kai and Johnathon peering in with curiosity on their faces “let’s go and get some dinner now and catch up properly” she exclaims, fairly bouncing back out the door.

I stifle a grin. Winter’s excitement is contagious and to my shock, Langdon takes hold of my hand and begins to lead me towards the dining room. I say nothing, just enjoying the feeling of him holding my hand. Maybe this will work out after all then.