Chapter 7

Calhoun opened the door and slammed it shut after he left, leaving Celine flabbergasted by the absurdity of her current situation.

"W—Wait, you can't lock me up in here! Let me leave!" Celine yelled, leaping out of the bed and futilely trying to open the door. Unfortunately, the door was locked from the outside, so she pounded on the door a few times and cried out, "Let me out, damn it! I have nothing to do with this! Please, I'm here to find my sister. I don't want this!"

Calhoun leaned on the door, clicking his tongue, and ruffled his hair as he got irritated. 

His heart was uncomfortable hearing her desperate plea, but he could easily identify it as the effect of marking. 

He didn't expect this normal human to be his mate, and he didn't believe so. There must be a mistake somehow, and he had to talk to his father about this on the phone tomorrow. 

"LET ME GO!"

"SHUT UP!" Calhoun snapped when Celine continued to yell, trying to suppress the painful itch in his heart caused by her words. "Why do you keep saying you have nothing to do with this? You are the one who went inside a privately owned woods. You brought yourself into this mess. So don't fucking blame me if you got roped into this world."

Celine was shocked by Calhoun's outburst and lowered her voice out of fear, "I'm here to find my sister. That vampire told me I can find her here…"

Calhoun knew which sister Celine was referring to, but he didn't want to discuss it, knowing that her disappearance was largely his fault.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and said, "Stay inside and rest. Nobody should see you right now."

"Why not?"

"Because they'd want to steal you from me, you idiot," Calhoun said bluntly, as if it were the cold, hard truth. "You are my mate, an Alpha's mate. If you go out now, even the wolves in my pack might want to fuck you as well."

Celine was unable to grasp the full extent of the situation she was in. For the first time in twenty-five years of her life, she was faced with something beyond her realm of understanding.

"So stay right there. We will talk about this tomorrow—" Calhoun glanced at the clock on the wall and continued, "—At noon."

Celine had so many questions in her head, but one burned in urgency. If she had to die here, then she needed to know about Monica's demise.

"Do you know about Monica? You were her boyfriend, right?"

Calhoun hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "I will tell you about her tomorrow. So rest now, or we will be stuck yelling at each other for the rest of the night."

With no means of leaving the mansion, Celine resigned herself to the situation. She sat on the bed in silence, staring at the door, her heart heavy with grief as she wondered if these werewolves and vampires were the last thing her sister Monica had encountered before her untimely fate. 

"Sister…" Celine muttered, her voice filled with sorrow. She turned to the side and gently inhaled the lingering scent on the pillow. It was the scent of the man who had bitten and marked her.

But for some unknown reason, she felt that his scent was very comforting, stirring an irrational desire for his embrace.

"No, what are you thinking, Celine? Do you not see what kind of monster he is?" Celine chastised herself, slapping her cheek lightly to wake up from this fuzzy feeling filling her brain. "Let's just get this over with and find Monica… or at least her fate. I want closure…"

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Calhoun let out a relieved sigh after realizing that Celine had calmed down. Listening to her pleas was mental torture, it made him feel uncomfortable.

It stirred an unfamiliar compassion to do whatever to appease her, one trait proving she was his mate.

Unfortunately, he didn't want that. He didn't want a mere human, a symbol of weakness, as his mate.

Calhoun muttered disdainfully, "What can a useless, weak woman like her do anyway? Cry for help?"

He lowered his head and realized that he was still rock hard. He knew it wouldn't soften anytime soon, as he was supposed to fuck that woman for the whole night. 

'I'll go somewhere to stroke it and get some rest,' Calhoun thought. 

The main door creaked open, and the red-haired man and the tall military-cut black man walked in. They were wearing their jeans this time. 

"Yo, Boss, we're done with that vampire. His skin tasted like coal when I ripped his neck, yuck!" The red-haired man commented. He pointed at his friend and added, "Andrew put the remains of that vampire in front of a sleeping bear. Can you believe that?"

"It's the quickest way to get rid of that thing," the black man named Andrew explained. "Boss, you should probably punish Marc for being slow. I have to slow down my patrol because he can't catch up with me."

"That's because your training makes me sore! You forced me to do seven hundred push-ups every day!" the red-haired man named Marc retorted.

"Seven hundred push-ups every day will help your strength. You are too weak to be in Calhoun's pack," Andrew said with icy detachment.

"You heartless bastard!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Calhoun snapped, fed up with listening to the bickering between his subordinates. "My mate is sleeping inside, so don't wake her up with your needless bickering!"