A Mate's Betrayal
Williams' POV
Renee was right all along.
It's been almost a week and I haven't heard or seen Cleopatra. Why didn't I see through her? At some point, I had my suspicions but her captivating eyes always had a way of putting me in a corner that leaves me under her control. But not anymore.
I couldn't stand the mention of her name. I buried myself with work and other activities of the pack. The meeting with the Alpha King went well. More than I thought it would.
Dylan has been banned from leaving his pack. I already assigned a new Alpha over his pack, striping him off his position. My men are still on the lookout for Kyle. He better remain hiding as a rat that he is.
And for Kane? I can't do anything yet until the Alpha king and the council decides Cleopatra's fate. ‘I hope she gets what she deserves’ I muttered to myself but even as the words left my mouth, concern and worry for her weighed on my mind. But the memories of the betrayal and the men I lost came crashing in and the feeling was replaced with fury.
To hell with her.
I watched Renee crumble at the reality that her mate left with Cleopatra. Initially when we found out he was missing, we thought he had been killed during the battle but someone reported seeing him sneak out.
And today, they will be dropping Alex off at the hotel. I had hoped somehow to catch a glimpse of Cleopatra. To see how good she looks after betraying me. But I couldn't bring myself to face her.
After the meeting, I stayed back in the conference room while everyone left. But one person stayed back. The mayor's fucking assistant. When will she ever give up?
I watched her make her way towards me, her hips swinging in rhythm to her movements. She snaked her arms around me and whispered into my ears. “You've been staring at me all afternoon, Mr Williams,” she drawled, causing my blood to boil.
I tried pushing her away but she latched on like a parasite, pinning herself closer to me. When her lips crashed into mine, I felt like I was going to be sick but an image of Cleopatra flashed across my mind and I returned the kiss with the same intensity.
I don't mind kissing this….annoying lady if that would mean getting Cleopatra off my mind.
But it wasn't an image of her in my mind. She was right there! I snapped out of the kiss the moment I saw Cleopatra standing by the window, her body frozen in place. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a brief moment, everything blurred—except for her.
“Cleopatra…” I whispered under my breath as I stepped forward out of the room, closer to her. She stood still but couldn't meet my eyes. She turned sharply, retreating towards the elevator when the Mayor's assistant came out.
Her movements were quick and desperate, as though she wanted to escape me. Just as she ran further away from me, I caught the most intoxicating scent, one that sent a surge of recognition through my entire being. One that I have been hoping for.
Mate.
The word echoed through my mind as my wolf roared to life, burning with desire and need. My heart skipped briefly, thinking it was the Mayor's assistant, but it wasn't.
I growled, my eyes darkening with intensity, and without hesitation, I followed the scent. It led me straight to the elevator, where I came face to face with Cleopatra.
There she was.
The same woman who had betrayed me, who had caused my pack to bleed, yet in this moment, she was everything. My mate.
My wolf fought against my anger, yearning to claim her, to make her his. The conflict tore through me—rage and desire, fury and love—all blending into a chaotic storm within my chest. Why now? Why haven't I sensed her all these while?
“Cleopatra?” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “Why?”
I didn't wait for her answer. I couldn't. She kept her gaze down, too ashamed to look up at me and in the heat of the moment, she backed away, her body tense and ready to run.
But I was faster. In one swift motion, I reached for her, catching her by the arm. She gasped as I pulled her to me, our bodies pressed together.
“Let me go,” she whispered softly but I ignored her. Without a word, l lifted her effortlessly into my arms and carried her to my private suite in the hotel.
Once inside, I slammed the door behind us. The air was thick with tension, neither of us speaking, obviously aware of the pull between us.
My anger simmered beneath the surface, but it was no match for the raw need that coursed through me. Cleopatra's breathing was ragged, her eyes wide. I could tell she wanted nothing more but to run away but the bond was undeniable.
I didn't hesitate. I pressed her against the wall, my lips crashing against hers in a fiery, demanding kiss. There was no hesitation—only a desperate need to claim what was mine.
Cleopatra responded just as fiercely, her hands threading through my hair as she kissed me back with equal hunger.
Clothes were shed hastily, scattered across the room as we gave into the desire that has been festering inside for too long. Our bodies moved together, frantic and unrelenting, lost in a whirlwind of passion and anger.
I growled low in my throat as I thrust into her, my wolf clawing to mark her, to make her his in every sense. Cleopatra's nails dug into my back as we moved in perfect, heated rhythm, neither of us able to hold back.
As our bodies intertwined, the betrayal and the bloodshed seemed to fade into the background. For this moment, all that mattered was the bond between us. It was overwhelming, consuming us both, until the intensity reached its peak and we both collapsed, spent and breathless.
I lay still, staring at the ceiling, my chest heaving. Cleopatra slept beside me, her body curled against mine. I resisted the urge to reach out and hold her in my arms. And as the heat of the moment faded, reality crept back in.
I stared at her, the woman who I would have done anything for, the woman who had betrayed me. My mate.
Regret gnawed at me, and a hollow pit formed in my stomach. What have I done?
But I knew the answer, even before my mind could form the words. I had given in, but it hasn't erased the pain. It hasn't erased the bloodshed or the betrayal. My pack had suffered, my men had died, and the weight of those losses settled heavily on my chest.
I glanced at Cleopatra, her face peaceful in sleep, and a pang of guilt twisted inside me. Despite everything, despite my anger, I knew I would have done it all again. If I could go back in time, I would still be powerless to her charms. And that made me furious.
To hell with her, I thought bitterly, though the words felt hollow even in my own mind. I sat up, running a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. I need to be stronger than this. I need to make the right choice for my pack, for the men who have lost their lives.
“I can't do this,” I whispered, the words heavy with finality.
Cleopatra shifted beside me but didn't wake. For a moment, I stared at her, fighting the urge to reach out and hold her. My wolf howled in protest, wanting nothing more than to claim her forever, but I knew what I had to do.
“I will have to reject you,” I said softly, my voice trembling with both sorrow and resolve.
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