*****CHAPTER 42

MAE'S POV
 
"By the gods…"  I whispered more to myself than to him as I took a step closer, closing the distance between us so that our faces were too close and almost touching. His forest-green eyes were looking down at me, sharp and piercing, yet looking vulnerable. He did not blink even for a second, and all he did was watch my face just as I was watching his.
 
I brought my fingers gently to his face, and he winced a little at me as though my touch stung him. I paused for a second, reading his eyes again. They were a little flared and wide now. Frightened too.  Weak.  He was probably wondering why he had chosen to reveal his true identity to me. I am a servant of all people.
 
But I did not let those thoughts weigh me down. Again, I reached for his face. Even though he stiffened and his entire body tensed, he did not try to escape from my touch this time. I traced my fingers gently and with precise care across the jagged lines of his scars, pausing only to inspect them before continuing again. And all the while, he just stood there and watched me. I was unsure of what I was doing, mute, and struck dumb. But he was calmer than he was a few minutes ago, and the tension in his body had melted away. It was as though he felt safer with me now.
 
"You are beautiful." I whispered again, unaware that he could hear me.
 
"Beautiful?" He asked, voicing out and repeating my words. I looked into his eyes again. They look wide again, as if they had just heard the strangest thing ever, like I had just told a big, fat lie.
 
Maybe he had never heard anyone call him beautiful in his entire life. But then again, I wouldn't blame everyone else. I blamed him for hiding himself from everyone else. Why?  all because of some scars that dared not tamper with his hot god-like looks?
 
"Yes, Alcot."  I whispered to him in a low tone. My eyes traveled to his lips, and my heart raced at the thought of what I was about to do. Even though my head screamed at me and warned me against making any slight, foolish move, my heart wouldn't listen. Carefully standing on the tips of my toes, I brought my face closer to his, and with my lips, I tasted his own lips, pulling back for a moment to see his reaction. He was frozen, and his eyes stared at me like I had done the craziest thing in the world.
 
Heck, I had done the craziest thing in the entire world! What right did a mere servant, a low-class wolf, have to kiss the Alpha? The Lycan King? I should be executed for this. It was the right punishment for this, and the fact that Alcot was mated to Scarlet. His Luna.  I shouldn't be doing this.
 
But maybe I shouldn't consider Scarlet right now. She had her chance to hurt Alcot once, and she didn't think twice before doing it. Why should I hold back from reaching out to my heart's desire too?
 
But before I could delegate further, Alcot surprised me by pulling me closer by my waist and smacking his lips against mine. I kissed him back, tasting the black tea taste in his mouth, and he tasted mine too. A soft moan subconsciously escaped from my throat as his hands grabbed me by my ass and pulled me towards his torso, such that I could feel the hard bulge in his pants. My legs were aflame with sexual excitement, and my body ached for every touch of his.
 
Alcot continued to kiss me, his lips gently sliding down to my neck and around my collar bones. I moaned again and dug my fingers through his raven-dark, messy hair, feeling the softness of his curls under my fingers. He pushed me slightly towards the wall, pinning me to it, and continued to kiss me. His hands lowered to feel my boobs, and I moaned again as he cupped my boob into his hand and squeezed it gently. This time, I moaned a little louder.
 
"Shh." He hushed me quietly. "Is this your first time?"
 
I quickly nodded, eager for him to continue touching me, afraid that he might stop anytime soon and rip me off the heavenly feeling I was feeling right now. A kind of feeling I had never felt in my entire life. But just like I feared, he stopped touching me, leaving my body to vibrate and beg that the warmth of his masculine hand return to all of the places in my body where they had been just a moment ago.
 
"You... haven't been a male before?" He asked me. His brows were furrowed with concern, and my eyes stared appraisingly at his facial features, seeking pride in the fact that I was the only person who had ever seen his good looks, after his mother.
 
"No. I haven't." I gulped down the sweet pleasures that had remained in my gut.
 
"Fuck.  No. "This isn't right." He shook his head and tried to pull away from me, but I held him back immediately by the arm. Fear had suddenly taken over me, and I sought to know the meaning behind his words.
 
"What isn't right?" Tell me." I beseeched.
 
"All of this." He said it with a sigh. "You are a fresh, young female, Mae." And you have yet to find a mate. On the other hand, I have been mated to someone else for three years now. I would be selfish to try to steal your innocence away from you..."
 
"I am not complaining." I cut him off. My tone sounded desperate, but I didn't care. I wouldn't be rejected this way. It didn't matter whether I was still waiting to be mated to someone or not. More than ever, I wanted Alcot. It was a scary, unquenchable feeling that thrilled me to the bone.
 
"Don't argue." He said this to me and retracted his hand from my hold before walking back to his table. slipping on his face mask as he turned his back against me. "You may take your leave now."
 
"Alcot…"
 
"Don't argue, Mae." "Do as I say." He turned his head to face me again and snapped. He looked slightly pissed, and I wondered how he had gone from that sweet, vulnerable boy I had seen just a few moments ago into the fierce, cold Alpha I had always heard of.
 
"Leave." He said it to me again, stressing every single word with emphasis. "Now."
 
I didn't know when a tear slid from my eyes, but as soon as I caught myself in tears, I quickly wiped it off with the back of my palm and immediately hurried out of the room, obeying his order. With a broken heart, I walked down the hallway and away from him.
 
Alpha Alcot had rejected a poor servant girl. Just like it was supposed to be.