Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Jack

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i let out a low chuckle as kali stonns past me like a goddamn hurricane, nearly shoulder–checking me in the process. She’s so damn eager to open that door. For someone who begged me to accept her rejection just seconds ago, she sure is acting like I’m nothing more than a mild inconvenience–like whoever’s behind that door matters more than the mate she supposedly doesn’t want.

Funny. I can see right through her. She’s as easy to read as an open book—an open book with torn pages and highlighted insecurities.

Why is she so fucking stubborn?

Her eyes betray her every single time. That spark of hunger when I get too close. The way her breath hitches when I touch her. She wants this bond- wants me. But she’s too damn scared to admit it. Maybe it’s the fear of what comes next. The rules. The title.

Because once she accepts the bond, she becomes Luna. And in my pack, that title means one thing–obedience. A Luna may be an Alpha’s equal in name, but not in power.

She knows that. And she’s terrified of losing control. Terrified that the moment she gives in and lets me mark her, she’ll stop being this wild, defiant creature and become what the pack expects from a Luna–poised, obedient, and mine.

And I can’t fucking wait for it.

If she really thought I was going to reject moments ago, she’s completely out of her damn mind. What I was about to say–before that goddamn knock interrupted us–was, “I, Alpha Jack, accept your rejection… for myself. But I’ll never reject you.”

Then I would’ve slammed her stubborn ass onto that bed, marked her, and ended this little game of defiance once and for all.

Once that mark sinks in, she won’t be able to deny the bond. Her body, her soul–everything will belong to me.

But no. Of course, the knock had to come at that exact moment. She got lucky.

I follow her out of the room slowly, cracking my neck as I stretch. If it’s Fury at the door, I swear to the moon, I’ll skin him alive for sniffing around my mate. I’ll throw him through the nearest wall and remind him that his job is to fight for me, not with me over Kali.

But then I hear her voice.

Lady Celestia.

I run a hand through my hair, swearing under my breath. Why the fuck is she here?

I made it crystal clear to her father–the Alpha King himself that I don’t want her. I don’t want the title. I’m not here to be a damn puppet king for his legacy. He can pick another obedient lapdog to marry his daughter and be his damn puppet son–in–law.

So many alpha’s howl in happiness at my words a d her father said nothing seeming to understand my words.

But Celestia? She’s here again–uninvited and very unwelcome.

She’s like gum stuck on the bottom of a boot–annoying and impossible to get rid of. Desperate. And there’s nothing attractive about desperation.

Not like Kali.

Kali’s a fucking storm. Wild, unpredictable, dangerous. The kind of woman who makes you want to chase. She’s not something you’re handed with a red

bow and a smile.

I take a step forward—but stop when I hear Kali’s voice. She sounds pissed. Curiosity overtakes my irritation, just for a moment.

Their voices drift through the hallway–Kali’s sharp, furious tone, and Celestia’s sugary–sweet bullshit. The tension practically crackles in the air.

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Chapter 36

I slide back against the hallway corner, staying hidden, just close enough to hear. And what I hear makes me smirk like the devil himself.

Kali’s jealousy is loud. Deliciously loud.

And I fucking love it.

Let her burn a little. Let her feel what it’s like to see someone else circling around me. Maybe it’ll finally break that damn wall she’s built and push her over the edge.

“Who the fuck did you just call a whore? Who the fuck do you think you are to insult me to my face?” She growls, venom dripping from every syllable, and I can almost see the fire in her eyes.

“Say it again, if you like that pretty face of yours. I dare you, you plastic, fancy bitch.”

Oh shit.

There’s a pause before Celestia snarls, her voice cracking. “You called me a fancy bitch?”

Kali snorts, unbothered. “No, I called you a plastic fancy bitch, dumbass.”

I press a hand to my mouth, holding back a laugh. She’s insane.

“You must not love your life, I see” Celestia hisses. “But am I wrong? Aren’t you just one of the Alpha’s little playthings? Is that where your confidence comes from—sucking his dick?”

Oh, hell no.

Kali lets out a low, dangerous growl. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Celestia sneers, lifting her chin.

And then it happens.

Both women lunge at each other like wildcats in heat.

“Shit.” I push off the wall and rush into the room.

Kali’s got a fistful of Celestia’s perfect black waves in one hand, yanking like she’s trying to rip her damn scalp off. Her other hand’s cocked back, ready to do damage that’ll be felt in the next realm.

Celestia snarls, claws out, aiming straight for Kali’s face–but I get there just in time, grabbing her wrists mid–swing before she gets the chance to land

even a scratch.

“Enough!” I bark.

Celestia thrashes in my grip, wild and unhinged. “Let me go, Jack! That slut needs to be put in her place!”

“Shut your mouth,” I snap, turning to her with a glare that could melt silver. “You don’t walk into my house and insult my mate.”

That shuts her up–at least for a second.

But Kali? She’s still trying to tear through me to get to her, her fingers still tangled in Celestia’s hair.

“Kali, let go!” I growl, holding Celestia tighter as she tries to lunge again. “You’re going to rip her damn head off!”

“That’s the plan!” She snarls, chest heaving with fury.

I sigh and start prying her fingers loose, one strand at a time. The second I do, Kali stumbles back, breathing hard, her eyes never leaving Celestia.

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The Wathan 191

No Her how much the lights it.

She’s already mine.

“I tell my father about this, Jack!” Her voice is sharp enough to pierce glass. “Let’s see if your precious little mate can handle the consequences when she’s punished

Before 1 can open my damn mouth, Kali steps forward with a scoff, eyes gleaming with fire.

But then she sees my face.

But i saw it.

And it makes me grin.

“It’s yours,” I continue, stepping closer to her. “You came here uninvited. Interrupted my day. Insulted my mate. So don’t play victim. You reap what you sow, princess. Stop acting like a spoilt brat.”

Her mouth drops open in sheer disbelief, like no one’s ever dared to speak to her like that before.

I stay still.

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