The Mate He Hates

Amanda’s POV

He seemed confused by my actions, but he didn’t push me away, which was a sign that he wasn’t against my offer. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “You are not forcing me, neither am I doing it against my will. I’m willingly offering myself to you tonight; you can have me as much as you want,” I declared. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but what is the harm in it? I would prefer Beta Matthew, a man who believes my words and wants to help me, to a mate who has caused me nothing but pain.

I noticed he wasn’t making a move to touch me, but rather, he just kept staring at me, which gave me a clue that maybe he wanted me to make the first move.

So I took off the blouse I was putting on and was left only in my bra. His eyes settled on my boobs for a second before he looked back at me.

Smiling awkwardly at him, I went for the hook of my bra, but he suddenly got up from his seat, and I wrapped my legs around him while he carried me and walked over to the bed. Reaching the bed, he gently lay me on it and hovered over me.

A nervous gulp passed down my throat as I realized he was about to accept my offer and make love to me. Our gaze interlocked, and I swallowed nervously as I anxiously waited for him to begin. I have never been with anyone besides Alpha Edward, and the thought of that made me anxious and worried if I would meet his standards and demands.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“Amanda,” he called, his voice hushed and deep, sending shivers down my spine. “I think you need to go to sleep,” he said, and I furrowed my brow. “Yes, you need to sleep, and by tomorrow, I’m sure you must have regained your sanity because right now, you are not yourself,” he said and suddenly left the bed. “The room is yours for the night; I will see you tomorrow morning.” With those words, he walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me shocked and dumbfounded.

It took me a moment to wrap my head around what had just happened. Feeling a rush of emotions, I lay there on the bed, my mind racing with confusion and humiliation. I couldn’t comprehend why he had rejected me so abruptly after seeming to entertain the idea moments before. Doubt crept into my mind as I replayed all that had happened, wondering if I had misread his intentions or if there was something about me that had put him off.

“Maybe my body was not sexy enough,” I grumbled to myself, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I might not have the best body, but I was sure I was sexy. “Or perhaps he only wanted to help and wanted nothing in return,” I said to myself, and it made sense.

“Shit! How could I be so stupid!” I groaned and sat on the bed. Of course, Beta Matthew would never want to have anything to do with me; he is fully aware that I’m the mate of his alpha and best friend. How stupid of me not to realize that.

I felt disgusted and ashamed of myself; I couldn’t believe I had offered myself to a man like a slut. What was I thinking? What was going through my head? Feeling ashamed, I got off the bed and went for my blouse. After putting it on, I went over to the couch and sat on it while I thought of a way to face Beta Matthew and apologize to him.

He must have gotten a bad impression of me, and I didn’t want that to happen. I couldn’t afford to have him hate me; he is my only hope in proving my innocence, and yet I have ruined it. I wanted to look for him to apologize for my silly actions, but I decided to wait for him. For hours, I waited for him, but he never returned until I fell asleep.

“Amanda ,” I heard the familiar voice of Beta Matthew, which forced my eyes open. Rubbing my eyes with my fingers, I noticed he was standing before me with a blank look.

“I laid you down on the bed and asked you to sleep. Why did you leave the bed and sleep on the couch?” he asked, his tone low but harsh, which worried me if he was still mad at my actions last night.

I scrambled for words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and regret swirling inside me. “I… I’m sorry, Beta Matthew,” I stuttered, trying to find the right words to explain myself. “I… I felt ashamed of what I did. I didn’t mean to… to offer myself like that. I was just… confused and lost at the moment.” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I avoided his gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

He sighed softly, his expression softening with understanding. “Amanda, you don’t need to apologize,” he said gently, crouching down to my level. “I understand you’re going through a difficult time, and emotions can be overwhelming. But offering yourself like that… it’s not the solution. You deserve respect and understanding, not to feel ashamed…” he paused and flashed me a reassuring smile. “I want you to see me as a friend, and as your friend, it is my duty to help you without wanting anything in return. So, Can you do that? Can we be friends?” He offered, his eyes sparkling with genuine kindness.

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sank in; it was rare to meet someone like him. “Thank you, Beta Matthew,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “I… I appreciate your kindness, and yes, I want to be friends with you.”

He reached out and gently brushed a tear from my cheek, his touch comforting and reassuring. “You’re not alone, Amanda,” he said softly. “We’ll get through this together, I promise.” I nodded and hugged him; he hugged me back, and I relaxed in his arms, which felt familiar and safe.

I stayed in his arms longer before I pulled away, and he smiled at me.

“How old are you again?” He asked with amusement in his voice. “I’m eighteen,” I responded, unsure of why he was asking. “The same age as my kid sister,” he revealed, and I raised a brow. You have a sister?” He never made mention of it.

“Yes…” he got interrupted by the ringing sound of his phone and he excused himself.

“Speak up.” He said the moment he picked up the call.

“Yes,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of relief and determination. As he listened to the voice on the other end, he hummed softly, nodding in agreement. Finally, he ended the call, a victorious smile spreading across his face as he turned to me. His expression piqued my curiosity, and I couldn’t help but ask, “What is it?” Drawing closer to me, he gently lifted my chin with his fingertips, his eyes filled with excitement. “Elisa’s killer has been unmasked, Amanda,” he whispered, his words tinged with a mix of triumph and relief. “In just a few minutes, you’ll be cleared of the charge of killing Elisa.”