✔️Alpha's Scentless Mate

5

A U T H O R

Charlotte opened her eyes as she blinked a few times to look clearly.

She let out a slow breath as she looked at the ceiling, feeling her throat aching from the lack of wetness.

"Water..." She whispered which was barely audible but still she could feel a rustling sound.

"Let me give you water. Stay still."

A deep yet calm voice was heard as she sighed feeling the warmth hugging her cold self.

Not like the room was cold.

"Here you go, sweetie."

The man helped her as he lifted her head and helped her drink water.

Charlotte drank quickly as she finally sighed.

The man let her sit down again and then she finally saw who it was.

The moment her eyes fell on his eyes, a sparkle of golden light came as the word "MATE" was heard shouting in her head.

She gasped as she recognized it was Sylus, her professor, her mate, standing beside her wearing a blood-soaked red shirt.

"P-professor.."

Her voice came as a whisper but Sylus could hear her just fine.

He growled as he caressed her head and then cheeks.

"Mine...."

She could hear his broken yet possessive voice.

She knew why his voice was full of emotion and broken.

But then she realized that he knew that she was his mate.

Her eyes widened as she blinked multiple times.
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Sylus chuckled at his mate's lovable expression.

He now wanted nothing but to hold her in his arms and never let go of her.

But their silently lovable moment was ruined when the doctor came inside.

"Hello, Miss Charlotte. I am Doctor Chris. How are you feeling?"

Charlotte answered all of Chris's questions as Sylus stood beside her and gently caressed her hand.
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The doctor informed him that she was allowed to go home and rest as he prescribed some medicines for her.

"It seems like her pheromones and body are reacting positively with your pheromones. So even though she was in danger, she now is safe."

Sylus was happy when he heard Doctor Chris's words.

They were in the corridor as he went to pay the bill and let the nurse dress Charlotte in a casual dress.
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Charlotte spoke nothing. Didn't ask about Maxwell nor did she talk about her being his weak mate.

She was confused at why was he still here when he saw how weak, pathetic, and used she was.

Sylus could sense her fear through her pheromones as he sighed and put his hand on her hand as he looked outside of the car's window.

Charlotte's eyes fluttered as she glanced at her hand covered with his large, veiny hand.

She looked away, her heart beating faster.

Sylus smiled at himself upon hearing her faster heartbeat.
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The whole drive was filled with silence as Sylus walked out, carried her in a princess way, and walked inside his house.

Charlotte's heart started to beat faster as she clenched her small hands on his collar.

"P-professo-"