Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: 0012

Jaxen POV

"I, Lorelei Vance of the Silver Fang Pack, reject you, Jaxen Reed, as my mate."

The second those words escaped her lips, an agonizing pain hit within seconds. A sharp crack ripped through my chest so violently I stumbled back.

"What the fuck did you just do?" I demanded.

"I rejected you," she repeated weakly, painfully clutching her own chest. "You said you wished you had done it first, remember? I’m simply granting your wish."

Had she really taken my words to heart?

Of course I had no interest in rejecting her. I had only said that in the heat of the moment. I had almost lost my child, for crying out loud. She should have been wise enough to understand that.

"You stupid fucking woman," I hissed immediately, staggering toward her again. "Do you even understand what happens if a rejection fully goes through between fated mates?"

A bitter smile tugged weakly at her lips.

"Hopefully one of us dies," she whispered.

What was her fucking problem with dying?

I had no intention of letting her die. All I had done was try to break her fully so she had no choice but to desperately accept whatever terms I had given her.

Mistress.

A place in my life.

Something.

Anything.

From the state of her condition, this first rejection was already taking a huge toll on her. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead. Blood trickled from her nose.

Yet she still refused to break completely.

Well. I would help her.

"Fine then," I said. "I, Jaxen Reed, soon to be alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, accept your rejection."

The second the words left my mouth, the pain intensified so brutally that it felt like my entire soul was being ripped straight out of my body.

Lorelei let out a broken gasp from the floor while my own knees nearly buckled beneath me.

Fuck.

I hadn’t expected it to hurt this badly.

The bond between us snapped violently through my chest like a chain being torn apart link by link.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe.

Neither could she.

Her fingers clawed weakly against the stone floor as another wave hit us both and this time she screamed.

I staggered back into the wall breathing hard while Lorelei curled over herself on the ground, shaking so violently her teeth chattered.

Blood spilled from her mouth.

"Lorelei," I cursed instinctively, taking a step toward her before stopping myself.

No.

This was necessary.

She needed to understand there were consequences for pushing me this far.

When the torment finally ended, all that remained was silence except for our heavy breathing.

But it wasn’t normal silence.

It was absence.

For two years, there had always been this constant awareness of her living quietly in the back of my mind.

Even when I was angry at her.

Even when I didn’t want to think about her.

She had always been there. There was a constant pull and warmth that made me crave her, now, there was nothing.

The emptiness hit harder than I expected, and my chest tightened painfully.

I didn’t want it to go this far.

She had just kept pushing me to my limit over and over again.

If this didn’t finally snap her back to her senses, then I didn’t know what would.

"Alpha..." a guard suddenly spoke from the entrance of the cell as I forced myself upright against the wall.

"What is it?" I growled.

The guard’s nervous eyes darted from Lorelei’s broken form on the floor back to me.

"T-The Alpha, your father, has requested your presence in the great hall. Immediately."

Ah.

Of course.

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