Konstantin: The Heartless Beta novel Chapter 46

Nikolai

/“She’s here,”/

/“I know that, Knight, shut up about it already.”/

Jasmine, peppermint and peaches - these springtime scents have been driving me wild all afternoon. I know it’s my mate; I know it's the one who I rejected, so why can’t I get her out of my head? Didn’t I sever the Mate Bond by rejecting her?

My brother only met his mate in his late thirties, and the rest of my brothers, except Viktor, met theirs in their late twenties. I didn’t expect to meet my mate any time soon, which is why I’ve always played the field. But to know I met her and rejected her without even knowing about it, without my fucking consent!

I’ve been pissed off ever since Konstantin told me about this, knowing that I can’t do a damn thing about it. I don’t remember ever meeting her, yet I rejected the person fated to be mine, and it fucking hurt like Hell.

Wandering around the tented area, I give up looking and make my way outside. I can’t be around people right now; the Nikolai, who enjoyed the limelight, died as soon as he was thrown into a darkened dungeon and tortured repeatedly.

And the one who stood here now is filled with resentment.

As soon as I walk out of the tent, I am hit with those Springtime scents yet again. Without even thinking, I start to walk towards a short, curvy looking blonde standing next to the large oak tree in the middle of Volkov Estate. She's wearing a light yellow dress with Converse sneakers; very odd for the cold weather. I see her stiffen as I approach, and when she turns around, I feel it - so does Knight.

Something draws me to her, and the closer I get, the tighter it becomes. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and her heartbeat quickens, just as mine did when I laid my eyes on her.

This is Nova; this is my mate.

“Nikolai,” she says my name softly, and it might as well have been a prayer. Her voice is as sweet as her scent, and I find myself drowning in her.

“Nova,” I breathe out her name as I approach her and loving how it sounds as it rolls off my tongue.

She takes a step back and against the oak tree. “What… what are you doing here?” she stutters, her beautiful brown eyes widening even more behind those dark-rimmed glasses. I wonder why she’s wearing them. She’s a wolf, right?

“I came out for some air, and your scent drew me to you,” I say, standing so close to her that I can see her pulse racing in that sweet spot in her neck.

Fuck I am dying to claim her; she is mine!

Her breath catches in her throat when I reach out to touch the spot in the crook of her neck, and I start to scent her, letting everyone know that she is mine. “Nikolai, what…” she breathes, her eyes rolling back in her head, and when they open, I notice the change in the colour.