Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Kali

May there. Unmoving.

My body is still curled up on the bed, tangled in soft sheets. My eyes are wide open, staring at the wooden ceiling above–as if it holds the answers I’ve been searching for since the moment I met Jack.

His voice keeps echoing. His words playing in a loop like a broken record, stabbing and soothing me all at once.

“If nothing’s changed… if you still don’t want me. Then I’ll accept your rejection.”

Why the hell does that hurt?

He said it so calmly. So… empty. Like he was already letting go. And that terrifies me more than I want to admit.

I suck in a shaky breath, my chest tightening. I should be relieved. That’s what I wanted, right? Freedom. Space. A clean break from this confusing, dangerous bond.

But now that I’m actually lying here–alone–something about it just feels wrong.

God, I hate that he has been kind of good to me. He’s supposed to be an Alpha. Ruthless. Arrogant. Possessive. A total asshole like the rest of them. The kind of Alpha who thinks the world bows at his feet just because he can growl and swing his dick around like a trophy. Travis was like that. Hell, worse. He tried to tame me that same night like I was just some piece of meat to claim and break.

But Jack? He hasn’t even tried to tame me like he should. Except, of course, that one time—when he threw me into a cage. But even that doesn’t count

since I wasn’t hurt.

And now he’s talking about accepting my rejection like it doesn’t kill him inside. Like he’s already preparing to live without me.

Isn’t he supposed to fight for me?

My fingers curl into the bedsheet as I try to push the ache from my chest. If only he had acted like a bastard, I wouldn’t be here second–guessing every damn thing. I wouldn’t care if he accepted the rejection. I’d hate him easily.

But instead… I don’t because he touched me like I was something precious.

His hands… they didn’t just touch my skin. They went deeper–into parts of me no one has ever dared to reach.

And now I can’t get him out of my head.

“Ugh,” I mutter, rolling onto my side and burying my face into the pillow.

It’s just the bond, I tell myself. That’s all this is–a stupid cosmic connection meant to mess with our heads.

But deep down, I know that’s not the full truth.

Even without the bond… Jack is my type. My kind of man. Strong. Calm. A little rough around the edges, but not cruel. That jaw. Those eyes. The way he says my name, like it’s both a prayer and a curse. Everything about him is-

Confusing. Frustrating.

And infuriatingly tempting.

I swallow hard and press my thighs together.

Dammit.

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siter 32

“Okay” (whisper to myself dust got it over with Steep with time, get tire out of your system, and mayvekist maybe if get my full memory bar d

That’s the excuse. That’s the lion I’m clinging to.

wat because i like him. Not because I crave the way he touches me.

No. This is practical

Liar

“Why are we pretending?” she snaps. “Why can’t we just admit we want him? He’s been nothing but good to us. He’s trying. And it’ll be a damn shame to lose him just because you’re too scared to trust.”

“He’s still a wolf, not a sheep. And I’ve heard the saying–‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing“.

Silence.

Jack’s clothes. Neatly folded shirts, jackets, and worn–in jeans line the shelves, all smelling faintly of him. I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I grab one of his shirts–soft, oversized, and soaked in his scent—and pull it on. It hangs loosely on me, warm and comforting, like a quiet embrace.

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