His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 17

**Cullen POV**

Where in the world has Rebel vanished to in just a matter of days? It feels like an eternity since I last saw her, and I’ve dispatched my most skilled tracker to locate her. The anticipation gnaws at me as I await his return and the details he will bring. Having her as my mistress will soothe the restless beast within me, providing the release I crave. As my fated mate, she is destined to bear my pup, a strong heir who will carry on my legacy. My Luna will fulfill her role, and I remain indifferent to her taking other lovers. All I require is for her to embrace her responsibilities, while I satiate my desires with Rebel. She will bear strong heirs for me, and being with her will fortify my own strength.

Rebel must come to understand that I have safeguarded her family. Given her lack of education, she will likely perceive me as her savior, allowing me to mold her to my will. An Alpha’s fated mate is meant to bolster his power, and I hope that will aid me in vanquishing that scoundrel Austin. With him out of the way, Blackstone will be mine, along with all the wealth that accompanies it.

As I wait for the tracker, my mind races with strategies for an assault on Blackstone. I needed time to heal from the pain of rejection before I could confront Austin and his pack again. After the rejection, I took a moment to gather myself and began searching for a suitable Luna. Now that I have moved past the agony of rejection, I require a distraction while I wait for news of Rebel’s whereabouts. Just as I delve into my options for the next phase of my plan against Austin, I receive word that the tracker has returned. I instruct the guards to escort him to my office.

The moment he steps into the room, I lift my gaze, my voice sharp, “Speak.”

“Alpha, it took longer than expected, but I believe Rebel may have crossed a body of water, which concealed her scent. Nevertheless, I managed to pick it up again. It appears that her trail ends at the Blackstone pack.” His voice trembles slightly as he delivers the news.

“WHAT?!” I snarl, my temper flaring.

“Alpha, there’s more,” he continues, his demeanor uneasy. I fix him with a piercing stare, urging him to elaborate. “Last night, there was a rogue attack on Blackstone. Approximately thirty rogues were involved, and it seemed highly coordinated. I witnessed one she-wolf at the forefront, battling Alpha Austin. She fought with a ferocity I’ve never seen before. When she shifted, it was Rebel. She single-handedly took down seven rogues. However, I overheard Alpha Austin proclaiming how blessed he felt to have a mate like her.”

Rage fills my vision, clouding my judgment. The tracker bolts from my office as I begin to demolish the items around me in my fury. That bastard has stolen my mate! ‘She’s not our mate anymore, you fool. You rejected her, and the Moon Goddess has granted her to another. You messed up, Cullen! Now she’s gone,’ Jax, my wolf, growls bitterly in the recesses of my mind. I sense his strength waning. DAMN IT!

I must reclaim Rebel and take back what rightfully belongs to me. A plan starts to crystallize in my mind. I can weaken Austin and retrieve Rebel. Yes, I will bring her back and compel Austin to sever the mate bond himself. Then I will claim Rebel as my own and exact vengeance on that scoundrel for daring to touch what is mine. A sinister grin spreads across my face as I relish the thought of the suffering I will inflict upon Austin.

**Rebel POV**

The dawn breaks, and I awaken to a delicious soreness coursing through my body. Surprisingly, I am not as achy as I anticipated, considering Austin’s impressive size. ‘Roxie? Are you okay?’ I inquire, my thoughts drifting to my inner wolf.

I can feel her stretching, a broad smile evident in her demeanor. That little minx clearly reveled in last night’s escapades as much as I did. ‘I’m fantastic! I healed us up last night, but I think we should start the morning off right. I know our mate will appreciate it,’ she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

The idea of waking him up in a tantalizing manner excites me, but I find myself unsure of how to proceed. I turn to Roxie for guidance. ‘Girl, he’s naked beneath those sheets. I think you should take him in your mouth. He’ll love it,’ she practically drools at the thought.

Okay, I can do this, I reassure myself. I cautiously trail my fingers down Austin’s abdomen, my heart racing as I gently grasp his member. Even in its relaxed state, he feels impressively large. Roxie urges me to move my hands up and down, mimicking the rhythm from last night. As I do, I watch in awe as he begins to grow harder beneath my touch. I notice Austin shift slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips, but he remains asleep, so I continue my ministrations. That’s when Roxie suggests I take him into my mouth and replicate the same movements.

This is so far outside my comfort zone, yet I refuse to let shyness hold me back with my mate. I tentatively poke my tongue out, licking the tip of him before slowly enveloping him with my mouth, sucking gently. The delicious sound of my mate’s groan fills the air, louder this time. His eyes flutter open, darkening with desire. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his hand tangling in my hair. I recall doing that to him last night; it seems he enjoys what I’m doing.

With him awake, I feel emboldened to be less gentle. I begin to suck harder, pumping him with my hands, yearning to take him deeper into my mouth. I relish the sensation of him filling me, and I push down a bit more, taking him deeper, rewarded with more groans of pleasure. The sight of his reaction sends a thrill through me, and a moan escapes my lips, igniting something primal within him.

“Rebel, fuck, fuck…” he gasps as he releases into my mouth, his body jerking in response. I pull back, meeting his gaze as I swallow every drop. He breathes heavily, his eyes dark with lust. “You enjoy swallowing my cum, darling.”

I smirk, licking my lips, “You are absolutely delicious, my Alpha.” At Roxie’s encouragement, I crawl up to his lips, leaning down to whisper, “Good morning, babe.” I plant a kiss on him, but he swiftly flips me onto my back. “Good morning is right, my little minx.” His lips crash onto mine, and he growls as he pulls back, his expression shifting to one of concern. “How are you feeling?” He studies me, gauging my pain level.

I smile slowly, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I feel like I need another lesson, my Alpha,” I tease, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Is that so, darling?” His amusement is evident.

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