The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 50

Alexis sweated, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. One of her hands that was pressed to the wall, dropped, and grabbed onto his wrist. The man raised a brow at the sudden action, noting her shallow breathing.

"What? I frighten you now?"

"No, that’s not it," Alexis whispered, shaking her head at him. "Him—he frightens me."

Keelion didn’t move.

Instead, he chuckled dryly. Of course, he didn’t believe her.

"He frightens you, but you’re curious about him?" he spat with vitriol.

"I’m not curious like that, Keelion. I just...I just wanted to know who he is, that is all. I’ve been feeling sick since—"

"You let him touch you," he muttered as his hand turned her head to make her look at him. "And I’ve told you no one should. Under no circumstances. Now, you reek of him."

Alexis dug her teeth into her bottom lip and he turned her around, leaving her back pressed against the wall. He trapped her, palms against the wall on either side of her head.

"Why did you come to find me? If you really did, just because of this, you’re not going to like me."

"I needed you," she muttered.

"Say it again," he ordered. "Again, Alexis."

"I said, I needed you. I haven’t felt well since he touched me and I’m not sure why. But I just..."

"You just what?" He narrowed his eyes on her. "Speak up."

"I wanted you, that’s why I really...came..."

Long fingers carded through her hair, tucking the few slipping short strands behind her ear. He towered above her, blue eyes rather less icy than they’d been just a few moments ago.

"You know something? When you talk to me like this—when you say things like this to me, it makes me want to do a lot of things to you."

Alexis blinked up at him. "Huh?"

"Wicked things. I don’t think you’ve ever imagined."

Like, kill me?

She inhaled sharply.

Her light eyes were suddenly filled with confusion. "You promised you wouldn’t kill me!"

The man went still for a second, and the moment her thought process filed into his head, he found himself cackling in a low tone as if it was something he rarely did. Once in a blue moon.

The heat of his body dissipated as he abruptly walked away towards the bed. His hands reached for the button of his suit vest and while he took it off, Alexis stood watching him.

The perfect slick of his snowy hair, the flex of his muscles as he slipped off his shirt. He was a beautiful man—beautiful in all senses—everything perfection. Keelion Fane had no visible flaw, not one that could be pointed out.

Every woman loved him—any woman would die for just the mere touch of his hand. But they could never have him, they could never even get close enough to sniff a whiff of his scent or his pheromone so mind dulling it could leave you drunk on it.

She on the other hand—she did. His pheromones, his scent, his touch, both rough and gentle, somehow...they belonged to her. She who was an outcast—she who was below everyone.

A subtle smile she couldn’t resist made welcome on her lips. Mine.

Sereia who was watching her narrowed her eyes on her. "There it is. That dominance, Alexis."

Alexis jolted out of some kind of trance and glanced down at her.

’What do you mean by that?’

"Deny it all you want kid, but you and me? We are a dominant omega, and what you did just now, is a trait that only dominant omegas have."

’I don’t know what you’re talking—’

"The need to possess, Alexis!" Sereia grounded out. "Normal omegas never feel possessive, they are rather submissive. But we dominants, we possess almost equally as our mate, and you Alexis, you want to possess him. No, you want to own him. You are territorial and normal omegas are not. So do you get it now? You and I...we are different from the rest."

Alexis refused, shaking her head at her.

’I don’t want to own him. Why would I want to? I’m not delusional, besides...’

"Keep lying to yourself. When you stop looking at him with those eyes, you can convince just about anyone. Still not me though, because I know we are a dominant omega."

She blinked, eyes rising to Keelion who sat down on the bed, completely tattooed upper body, bare and in display for her to see.

Possess him? It made no sense to her. How could she possibly desire the man all to herself? Keelion Fane?

"That part...why is it empty?" she asked before she could think.

Keelion lowered his gaze to the space on his chest and looked at her. "Come over here," he motioned.

She was reluctant at first, but she did walk over to him and settled down on her knees in between his man-spread, never once breaking eye contact with him.

"There..." He felt amused. "That’s where you want to be?"

Alexis shrugged and her hand rose slightly but paused before it could touch his stomach. She met his eyes as if asking for permission to touch.

The man smirked. "You’re strangely very curious. Go ahead. Touch."

She didn’t hold back, dropping the tips of her fingers against the warmth of his skin. Her touch trailed the well-drawn ink, ever so gently and curiously, never stopping until they bumped against what felt like a deep long scar.

She blinked.

Keelion...with a scar? She’d never seen it before. But that made sense. Because he had a tattoo drawn over it.

He was watching her so attentively, even when she lifted her gaze to him. The questions were already visible in her beautiful eyes, before she even asked, "Where is this scar from?"

"I have a brother," he said. His hand reached down to card into her hair, nails moving around, almost like he was caressing it. "He was older and naturally he should have been the alpha. I’m sure you’ve heard my father stepped down before his time, no?"

Alexis wasn’t sure she knew where this was going, but she did nod.

"Well, butterfly, my brother didn’t like that and it had to be settled with violence."

"Violence...?" she mumbled out softly.

"Yes," Keelion said slowly. "We fought, quite brutally, this is where it came from. Would you like to know who he is?"

She swallowed thickly and nodded her head.

Keelion wrapped his large hand around her jaw and tilted her head enough until she could feel every slap of his breath.

And then he said, "Lorcan Zarr. Or previously, Lorcan Fane."