This was the second time Celine heard that sentence coming from Calhoun's lips.
'You are my mate.'
It was weird because she instinctively felt a connection, telling her what he said was the truth and she should accept it.
Yet, she was also completely clueless about this mate-bond thing that he kept spouting. She had no idea what would happen to her if she said yes or if she gave herself to this man.
She had a lot of doubts, but one thing for sure;
If accepting her fate as his mate could save Monica, she would bet her life on it.
Thus, Celine gently put her hand on his chest, stimulating Calhoun to get even crazier with his desire, "If you are my mate, then surely you can help me, right, Jaime?"
Calhoun's heartbeat began to accelerate as his mind was corroded by lust. He was trying to fight the natural urge because if he truly followed his desire right now, he would've pinned this beautiful woman on the bed, fucked, knotted, and bred her deep, as what an Alpha should do to his mate.
Calhoun pushed Celine deeper into his chest, slowly leaning forward to whiff her sweet scent.
Celine also leaned toward Calhoun and whispered, "I'm willing to do anything for you, but you need to do something…"
"What do you want?" Calhoun asked with a dry throat. He was at his limit, and his dick was rock hard down there, poking at Celine's belly.
Celine slowly traced her fingers on his sculpted jaw and said, "Save my sister, and I am all yours, Jaime Calhoun."
Calhoun closed his eyes. He slipped his hands inside her shirt, slowly feeling up her soft body with his big hands.
Hundreds of sultry images were in his mind, telling him to do everything his mate said. As long as he could fuck this woman, he would flip this fucking world upside down for her.
Celine thought her method was working, but when she was about to entice him even more, Calhoun suddenly pushed her away until she fell to the bed, and he stepped away from her.
She was dumbfounded, staring at Calhoun, who looked at her coldly. His face was still flushed, and his thick dick was still rock hard under his brief, but there was a trace of anger in him.
"J—Jaime?" she called out to him.
"Don't call me by my first name. That's reserved only for my true mate."
"But aren't we…"
"No, this bond between us is temporary, Celine Seymour. We're not supposed to mate, and I'll find a way to erase the mark," Calhoun rejected. He turned around, not wanting to stare at Celine for too long, fearing his resolve crumbling apart. "And don't embarrass yourself by using pathetic seduction. It won't work on me. I'm not a foolish man you can seduce just because you're hard to resist."
"B—But Monica—"
Celine was ashamed that she got rejected. But all she could think about was her sister.
"Don't worry, I will try to gather information regarding her situation with the vampire coven, but not because I want to fuck you," Calhoun added. "I just feel partly responsible for what happened, and I want you and her to get the fuck out of my forest for good. You two have been nothing but nuisance to me."
Calhoun opened the door and slammed it shut. He glared at Andrew and Marc, who had been waiting outside.
They were surprised by Calhoun's condition. By the way he looked, it was obvious that Calhoun was affected by Celine's heat.
"What happened? Did you finally give her a permanent mark? "Marc asked.
"No, I didn't do anything to her," Calhoun said coldly. He tried to banish the image of Celine from his mind, but it was near impossible when that woman had just seduced him.
"Really? I mean, I won't judge if you say yes," Marc said. "You two are mates anyway."
Calhoun glared at Marc, and the latter quickly lowered his head in fear.
"Don't let her leave the mansion for now. I will go out to get some fresh air. That sly woman dares to seduce me in exchange for her sister's safety," Calhoun clicked his tongue. "I'm not an idiot who'd get seduced so easily."
Calhoun rushed to the spare bedroom upstairs, wore jeans and a jacket, and then leaped out of the window straight to the forest, leaving Andrew and Marc dumbfounded.
They stared at the door, waiting for Celine to come out.
"Do you think we will have to fight against those hordes of vampires?" Marc asked. "I have a gut feeling that things will get complicated real soon."
"I think so. It's obvious that Calhoun has been affected by whatever she was doing," Andrew guessed.
"Then maybe we should call Seth? He said he'll come anytime Calhoun summons him, right?"
"It's best not to overstep your boundary, Marc," Andrew patted Marc's shoulder before turning around and walking across the foyer to the kitchen. "Seth is Calhoun's Beta. He only works under Calhoun's order. He might rip your neck if you dare to challenge his authority as an Alpha."
Marc gulped. He rubbed his neck as he imagined how scary Calhoun was when he was angry.
"Guard that door, don't let her escape just like what Calhoun said," Andrew said. "Or we will be in big trouble."
"And what are you going to do?"
Andrew chuckled, "Cooking for our new Miss, of course. She's a human. She can't eat raw meat like us."