Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 490: Fighting The Matebond Blessed was the wolf with a Matebond.

But the scouldn't be said for Adele at the moment.

"Are you okay?" the front desk manager asked.

Adele was sweating profusely, looking like she might collapse at any second.

"I'm good," she snapped, irritation in her voice. "The keys?" She held out her hand stiffly.

"Fine. Room thirteen," the manager said, handing over the keycard. "Down the hall, last on the left." Adele turned without another word. Right now, her hormones were so all over the place she could snap somebody's head.

Big fat thanks to the mating fever.

She had never imagined coming to a place like this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

After being released from the agency, she'd used a diffuser to mask her scent so Micah couldn't track her. And then she chere.

A motel was the last place Micah would think she'd hide. After all, what was a wolf with a Matebond doing in a dump like this? Yes, she was running from her mate.

Mate? That was hilarious. Was the moon goddess seriously fucking with her? Of all the werewolves she could be mated to, it had to be him. Why? She didn't want an incubus who had slept his way through the school. He just wasn't her type. How could they possibly be a perfect match? But she couldn't reject him either. It was said that rejecting one's mate was hell. Like tearing out your own soul and living with an ache that never vanished. No matter where you went, no matter what you did, you'd always yearn for that one person.

Adele might not like her choice of a mate, but she couldn't reject him. Not yet. Not until he gave her a damn good reason to. For now, she had to ride out the mating fever and get her mind back before making any decisions.

One might ask, why run if she wasn't going to reject him? Because most mates marked each other during the throes of passion triggered by the fever. They didn't plan it. It wasn't a choice. It was instinct. Wired into their DNA to claim and be claimed.

That was why mates who hated each other had to reject fast. Because once the fever hit full force, there was no reasoning. Just heat. Just the overwhelming, primal need to fuck like animals.

It was even more laughable that the whole damn point of the fever was procreation.

Adele wasn't ready for a child, especially not with him.

What if the baby took more of his demon traits than werewolf? What if they weren't accepted? She'd heard about Micah's childhood, the abuse, and the isolation. Even now, he should've taken his place as the next Alpha King, but he was denied the throne because of what he was.

Elijah still watched him like a threat. As if he was something he needed to put on a leash.

Would her child grow up that way as well, rejected by society, feared and suppressed? No.

She couldn't bring a child into this world just to watch them suffer. She would rather suffer herself.

So Adele dragged her already weak body down the hallway that reeked of bleach, alcohol-and sex.

It didn't help that the place had thin walls. The next room she passed filled the air with the unmistakable sounds of a woman's moans and flesh slapping against flesh.

"Yes, baby... You have a big fat dick... Aww! Fuck!" The woman's vocal moans seemed to echo straight from the room and right into Adele's ears.

Fuck her life.

Adele groaned, using the wall for support as another surge of heat rushed between her legs.

She moaned in tortured pain.

Thanks to those words, her already messy thoughts conjured a mental image of Micah's big fat dick plowing through her.

"No!" Adele wailed, dragging herself forward even as her wolf protested loudly in her head. It wanted Micah. It wanted to go back.

But fuck the horny wolf. She was in control of this body, not her.

With a burst of strength, Adele managed to finally reach her door and slammed it shut, locking it behind her. With her back pressed against the door, she sank to the floor, breathing hard.

She had no doubt she looked like a total wreck right now.

As expected of a cheap motel, her room was just as depressing as the rest of the corridor. The air was stale, while the bed was a queen-sized creaking thing with mismatched sheets tucked too tightly over a mattress that had seen better days. A chipped wooden desk stood under the lone window, its blinds half-bent and crooked. The were a faded beige, cracked in scorners, and the carpet felt sticky under her shoe. However, she had chere to escape from her mate so she wasn't complaining about the quality.

Forcing herself to her feet, Adele staggered toward the bathroom, one hand gripping the wall for balance as the other pushed open the creaking door. The bathroom light flickered twice before staying on, casting a sickly yellow hue across the space.

The single, grimy mirror above the sink greeted her with a distorted reflection of her flushed, fever-stricken face.

But that was none of her business.

Adele reached into her pocket, pulling out a small foil packet with shaky hands and white pills spilled into her palm. It was suppressors in pill form. She'd bought them on her way here, knowing what she might be up against.

Four pills was an overdose by normal standards and though it wouldn't kill her and do it's work of suppressing her Wolf, it still had side effects : Nausea, heart palpitations, and temporary sensory loss. But she'd survive.

So Adele tossed the pills into her mouth and dry-swallowed them with a wince. The bitter taste hit the back of her throat and stayed there.

There was no fixed timeline for the Mating Fever. Swolves rode it out in a om two others battled through two maybe three days while the longest known fever on record lasted a full week. But the most common duration was two days. Adele thought if she could sleep through today, perhaps she'd have a fighting chance tomorrow.

So Adele dragged herself back to the bed, each step like wading through fire. Her wolf roared in anger but she could feels it's influence dwindling.

She collapsed onto the sheets, curling in on herself like a wounded animal as the fever pulsed in her veins, hot and angry.

Her hands gripped the pillow like it was an anchor. May the goddess help her.

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