Alpha Rylan ✔️ (Published)

Chapter Twelve

"That's exactly why I'm going to summon Fate," I tell him securely, straightening my shoulders so I wouldn't seen at all intimidated by his sudden change in attitude.

He shakes his head at me, eyes darkening. "Not happening."

"This is my decision. I'll make a deal with him, I'll do anything," I proclaim, "for a new mate."

Rylan sighed, before he started taking small, taunting steps toward me. I found myself scrambling until my back was pressed against the wall, the hard wood keeping grounded to the situation. The look in his eyes is something I would describe as typically Alpha. Not just any Alpha, though. An Alpha of Vengeance, perhaps?

"You know you belong to me, right?" he questions, his head tilting in crazed way. I'm tempted to slap him, as if it would bring some sense into him.

"As if," I growl. "God, what happened to you? You're a different person."

Rylan hands move to either side of my head, pressing against the wood so hard I hear it creak. I can still see the same male there, expect he is hiding behind a veil he had been forced to bring up after I left.

"That's what happens when your mate runs away from you like you're some kind of disease," he mutters. "How have you not gone into your heat yet? Being away from me does more to you than make you a little weak."

"I'm fully aware of that, Alpha. I'm stronger than you think," I growl.

Rylan brings his finger's up, completely bare of any gloves. I watch them, nervous as he brings them close my face, tracing my jawline without even touching me. "I'm not doubting how strong you are. But I'm still surprised."

Then he touches me. The tip of his index finger brushes the skin of my cheek, and my back instinctively arches off the wall. I see then enjoyment, the victory that dances in his eyes. He knows how the sparks control, how my body bows to them without any authority. They are the one thing I have been trying to avoid.

"Kiss me," I snap, the unyielding tone in my voice starting to waver, "you think you have so much control over me? Then show me how the Alpha of Purity can resist his mate."

He growls. This is my playing card.When he first dragged me in I managed to figure out that he has still clung to his morals, not wanting to get dragged away from his religion. I'm pressing him so I can figure out why exactly he doesn't want any intimacy.

I'm not complaining...I'm just curious.

His thumb comes up to my lip, brushing it slightly. I see where his gaze is directed. He's not fooling me. However, he resists, clenching his jaw tightly as if a slip of a single word would send him over the edge.

"What is it? You have to marry me before you can touch me?" I question, a slight smile tugging away at my lips. "Remind me, since I'm not really a part of your Pack."

Rylan sighed deeply in an act of irritation. "There's a ceremony. It happens on the full moon in the month of June, when the Moon Goddess supposedly looks down to witness and grant permission to mates. Everybody waits until this time to mark their mates. Part of my religion suggests I can't...be with you until that night."

I take a deep breath, completely understanding his words. "That's a month from now."

"Stop. Tempting. Me."

I push at his chest, ducking under his outstretched arms while tucking my own around my chest. It all made sense now. His foolish belief in the Moon Goddess has gotten him to this point. Almost everyone knows she backed down from her power. She doesn't decide things anymore. The megalomaniac Fate does.

I'm not going to bother explaining it to Rylan, though. His entire Pack worships the Goddess.

"Listen," I say softly, turning back around to face him. "I'm going to see Fate, and I'm going to change the mate bond."

He shakes his head me. "Even if I let you, you're sure it's even possible?"

Fate is a cruel man; at least that's what I've heard. However, he is willing to strike a deal with whoever may present one. I'm sure if I can bargain something, he will take away the mate bond and give Rylan a better mate. Someone who lost theirs to death and deserves someone as sweet and kind as the Alpha. Someone who doesn't mind living under all his rules.

"Positive."

Rylan leans back against the wall, watching me with a brooding expression on his face. Clearly, he's thinking this over. Thinking of a way to keep me from breaking another one of his rules.

"Alright, you want a deal, we can make a deal," he says suddenly. My eyebrows quirk up in surprise. This is unexpected.

"Go on."

"Give me a month to prove to you that I can be the mate you want," he says slowly, almost as if I wouldn't catch it. "You can make your decision on the night of the Moon Ceremony. If you want to be with me, I'll mark you. If not, you can go to Fate."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Okay, I like that. One thing though..."

He nods at me for to continue.

"My sister can leave whenever she please. You will not require her to believe in anything about your special little Goddess, and you will not send her away to any boarding facility. This is between you and me, and you will not use her at all to get to me," I say, laying my rules out before him.

"I thought a lot of that was a given," he notes, then shrugs. "Alright, I can agree to that. Your sister will have nothing to do with this deal, unless of course, you say so."

A weight seemed to be lifted off my chest at that. I had to make sure she was safe.

"Anything on your part?" I ask.

"All I ask for is to you to at least try," he says gently. "Just a little."

Sighing deeply, I nod. "Okay, deal."

Rylan smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He looks grim, and something tells me it had to do with him nearly losing it when I mentioned Fate. He doesn't think I'm willing to figure out how he turned into that.

He grabs my hand, and gently kisses it.

"Let the fun begin. Am I right?"

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Over the past few months, I've had a hard time explaining to my family that my writing is a real job.

I make more money than my older brother who's a banker, and my mum still reckons I should work at the supermarket after schools.

My mother is supportive and all. She's the kind of mum who lets me do what I want now that I'm older, like letting me get as many tattoos as I please and doing what I want to at school. But her ideas on jobs cracks me up.

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