Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 320: The unexpected mate_Part 3

Tears flowed down her face as Laila realized something bitter. As much as she wanted to blame the wolfless girl and take all of this out on her, Viola had actually protected her from being electrocuted that day. She had saved her from becoming part of it all.

The realization made her feel less hostile toward the wolfless woman, which was also something so unlike Laila, and she hated it.

"Bitch..." She muttered, wiping aggressively at her face as she walked down the hallway without looking where she was going, and collided straight into someone.

"Watch it!" She cried, gripping her shoulder and glaring at the person, only to find it was their pack’s head physician, Doctor Gilbert.

Gilbert clicked his tongue, his tablet having slipped from his hands and hit the floor when she crashed into him as though she were blind. He hadn’t been looking ahead either, too absorbed in his tablet and going through the Luna’s report he intended to submit to the Alpha and as a result, he had collided directly with the pack’s most arrogant she-wolf, a woman he had heard so much about from random people, Zoe in particular whenever she came for a checkup and began blabbering.

Though she had collided with him just as much as he had with her, he knew he hadn’t been paying attention either, so he decided to be the gentleman he was and looked at her with brief concern.

"Are you all right?" Gilbert asked, bending to retrieve his tablet while still looking at her.

He noticed she was still gripping her shoulder and glaring at him as though she wanted his head, which he was thankful she couldn’t have.

Gilbert expected her to lash out at him, but her glare suddenly softened into a look of confusion, and her hand tightened around her shoulder. When he reached out as if to check on the injury, she immediately stepped back, putting distance between them instead.

The doctor pursed his lips at the reaction and lowered his hand.

But then she moved forward suddenly, leaning in to sniff the air around him, and his entire body went rigid as stone.

What was she doing? He thought, turning to follow her movement.

"Miss Serrano—"

"I’ll be damned!" Laila gritted out, a sensation rattling through her entire body as her wolf reacted, unprompted, to this handsome doctor that half of Silver seemed to lose their minds over.

She had never been this close to him before, in fact, she had never seen him in person at all until now. She had only ever heard of him and seen news on the screen. And now that she was standing in front of him, her wolf was reacting to him.

And worse, he didn’t seem affected by her at all, which meant this might be entirely one-sided.

"Do you feel me?" Laila asked out of nowhere, stepping closer to the doctor, who looked thoroughly taken aback and began backing away from her.

Gilbert didn’t have time for this. He was busy, he needed to get to the Alpha, and now this she-wolf he had never exchanged a single word with in his life was acting strangely. What did she mean, did he ’feel’ her?

"My apologies, Miss Serrano. I didn’t make contact with your body when we collided, so I wouldn’t have felt anything." He said, assuming she was referring to some immature schoolyard taunt, the kind where a girl hits you and asks if you felt her boobs. Gilbert was well past that sort of thing.

Laila rolled her eyes. "What are you, a little boy? I’m talking about ’this’." She said, grabbing his collar and yanking him forward with surprising strength. Before Gilbert could even register what was happening, she crushed her lips against his in a bold, demanding kiss.

Gilbert froze, his entire body going rigid with shock, his eyes flying wide. He tried to push her away, but she held on tightly and kissed him harder.

His first kiss. On the lips.

Stolen by the most infamous she-wolf in the pack.

Growing up in the werewolf boarding school, Gilbert had been so skinny that he was constantly bullied, and girls had avoided him. They used to call him Tower and all sorts of other names. He had never dated a girl, let alone thought about kissing one. He had spent years working on his body, becoming a healthy young male, and then focusing on his career. Eventually, he decided that looking for a mate or getting involved with a random she-wolf wasn’t worth his time.

He had suffered enough at the hands of female bullies to convince himself that he could live without ever finding a mate. Yet here he was, being kissed by a beautiful she-wolf he knew most men wanted but couldn’t have because she chose her partners carefully. Not to mention, her arrogance alone would have been enough to repel someone like him from pursuing her.

And yet, none of that changed the fact that she was kissing him.

His mind blanked completely at the unexpected assault, his eyes wide with pure disbelief as her soft, insistent mouth moved against his.

Gilbert had treated hundreds of wolves, delivered countless pups, stitched wounds that would make seasoned warriors go pale, but nothing in his life had prepared him for the sudden heat of Laila Serrano’s mouth on his.

She didn’t give him a chance to pull away. With a low, frustrated growl, Laila shoved him backward until his back hit the wall with a dull thud.

The tablet slipped from his fingers again, forgotten completely on the floor. Gilbert’s hands came up instinctively, at first to push her off with his full strength, but then they stopped, hovering uncertainly at her waist, neither pushing her away nor pulling her closer.

His wolf stirred suddenly, deep inside him, something tugging it awake that he had never felt before.

Laila kissed him harder, pouring everything into it, her desperation, her anger, and the sudden, rattling need that had taken hold of her body. Her fingers tightened in his collar, keeping him pinned as her body pressed flush against his.

For one heartbeat, Gilbert’s resistance cracked. A low, involuntary sound escaped his throat, and his lips began to move, tentative at first, then mirroring hers as warmth flooded through his veins and returned the kiss.

His wolf surged forward, drawn to her scent like a moth to flame, and his hands finally settled on her hips, gripping just a fraction too tight as an overwhelming feeling consumed him.

That was when Laila pulled back.

She broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her face inches from his, her breath ghosting over his damp lips as she kept her tight grip on his collar. Her eyes gleamed with a wild mix of triumph and hunger as she took in the stunned look on his face.

Gilbert’s chest heaved erratically, his usually calm and professional composure shattered into bewilderment. His lips felt tingly, swollen and warm from her assault, and something deep in his core was roaring awake, something he had never felt before in his entire life.

Mate.

"Do you feel me now?" she whispered, her voice low and husky, laced with dark satisfaction.