Mated With A Curse

Couldn't Stop His Wolves Now

The heavy rain finally stopped after falling all night, while the morning twilight gently swam in through the duo windowpanes, but partially obscured by and illuminating the half-drawn yellow curtains.

Ella tried getting rid of her drowsiness. It wasn't easy. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she opened and shut her eyes a few times to remember what actually happened last night. Then it clicked.

Her heart pumped hard, twice. She looked to her side; but she was very much alone.

Her lips felt sore, and her body, sickly as she manoeuvred out of bed while holding back a tear, taking her clothes off, and casually wrapping a towel around herself. Looking in the mirror, she found that her mask was still intact.

'Good,' she thought.

She dragged her body to the bathroom wondering where the man could be. Maybe he'd left already, none of his things were in the bedroom.

Turning the golden knob on the white door, she let herself in, looked right, then turned left to take full appraisal of the bathroom as there wasn't much curiousity on the right.

She froze on the spot.

In the huge white bathtub was a strange man with dangerous features. His countenance as disconcerting as an ice sculpture. Yet, he looked like an alive version of the Bible's Absalom. Ella had known since last night that he had a long hair, but now she's confirming his lashes were so long Victoria would be jealous without her artificial ones. Same ones Morrissey had fixed on the prosthetic face Ella wore.

Dramatically, he opened his eyes.

She'd never met a person with such powerful aura, and weird beauty. Those cold green eyes were like green dragons flying over snowy mountains to devour her. Her knees were already jelly. When she saw him like this, half naked, a flawless shimmering skin, it's taking all of her strength just to remain on her feet. The air's laden with Dewitt's Shampoo.

He couldn't be the man from last night, right?

For a while, she couldn't decide whether to remain there gawking at him or to break the awkward stance, backtrack and shut the door behind her. Howbeit, the man's cold eyes had hacked into her system, freezing her legs, keeping her trapped.

Then luckily, the freezing reached maximum, and shattered. She gasped, and could finally turn around.

"Stop." His voice was a little more hoarse than last night, but it's magnetic still. She froze again.

It's difficult to look straight at him and speak, even to speak at all without stuttering.

"About that... I, I didn't know you were in here, I'll just —"

Who is this man? A mere warrior he definitely wasn't. Could he be the infamous Beta she'd always heard about? Or maybe the Alpha himself?

"Come here."

"No!" She blurted without even considering it, ready to leave immediately.

"I'll not say it again."

The jerk's getting corky again, but every word of his, every sentence, had an irresistible force backing it. So, Ella gave up on her form.

Strangely, she could muster no temper at all in front of him. He seemed to have been born to rule over the life and death of others. He could decide when they live, and when they leave?

A big steamy palm grabbed her wrist, Ella let out a coquettish cry, and fell heavily on him, her butt in the soapy water, and her hip grazing his chest.

"What are you doing?" She panic-yelled at him. He lifted her chin as it seemed to be his habit now. His eyes, as deep as ancient wells, swallowed hers in a long stare.

"You like it early in the morning, don't you?"

But she shook her little head frantically. "I didn't—I don't think... Like what? I just thought you had left, and wanted to take a shower!"

She choked on the little sentence many times, as her heart was engaging her mind in a horse race. Many scary things floated by.

"This excuse..." The man whispered in her ear. "It sucks."

A warm mist tingled her ear making her wonder if the water was too hot or it's just his doing. She feared what she'd see, but when she managed to look up, her face turned red several times over.

He was too much. Almost unbelievably so.

Ella tightened her towel more at the chest.

"I promised you one thing, and I've fulfilled. And you agreed to let me have this instead." He turned her properly and leaned in.

When she's thrown on the bed again, she was more like a frozen fish, unable to move. Tired than when she once tried out 1,500 meters with Nina on a hot Saturday morning.

The kissing jerk, however, was standing beside the bed as he slowly dressed, the dust particles of his suit fluttering in the daring sunlight as he shook it. He was tall and his figure was even more impeccable in his little-too-tight white shirt. Every muscle line was right. Add more and he'd be too big, less wouldn't make him look weak too.

Ella was no nymph, just a natural observer. And the fact that he'd kept his promise to her the previous night still had quite an impression on her.

He glanced at her, catching her ogling him. His Adam's apple slid up and down like a thirsty man's.

"What? You've not had enough?" He teased, raising his right brow.

"No, I'm full." Ella's joked back without meaning to. She further moved the red blanket over her exposed legs. He chuckled.

He's the second man she'd ever kissed after Drez, her silly friend who stole her first kiss.

He flashed a blue tie, came over, and asked, "Can you tie?" In a voice that suggested something else entirely.

As much as she didn't want to do it, She also wasn't good at lying, so she nodded half-intentionally and regretted it immediately. Was this not jumping into a pit of fire by herself?

"Tie me." He ordered.

Ella sat up with her mouth pouted, and made sure her bath towel was tighter.

His height should be close to 1.9 meters, so she looked so short in front of him at 1.68 meters without her heels. She went tiptoes gently, and put the tie around his neck. She knew how to hit it quite well, so it surprised her when she struggled even with the first fold.

• • •

Pierce Ringerind looked down at the little woman in front of him, like a child who had just learned to write—writing crookedly with a pen for the first time. Although she was not good, she was writing seriously. And according to Fem Chaotic, a fashion magazine a cousin of his sent to him annually to keep him in track of modern trends, 'serious people were the most beautiful'.

Her steamed hair clung to a side of her face, making her look kind of plump.

The girl was a beauty to behold, but seemingly delicate too, like a porcelain doll, with big eyes, kissable mouth, a rounded almost pointy chin, and a fair scarcely speckled face.

There were many such women in the past, but he had no interest at all. He wondered why he'd actually bothered her last night.

Pierce unlike his wolf, was only curious to know what the Alpha's first daughter looked like, whether she'd a good shape, and all the softness.

Seeing her fiddling, his wolf was rising again like in the bath. Only his mate should be able to get his wolf excited like this.

He's in a mess now since she'd failed the mate test, and he knew so well that she wasn't his mate. But how come she could rouse him so strongly? His wolf was an untamed womanizer, but he hadn't felt so all-over any girl like this in his entire life.

"How can you be this short and still so arousing?"

She looked up briefly, but ignored his insult, and seemed to be in a hurry now.

"You look you could strangle with me this tie." He laughed, but he was alone in his joke. "Okay, petite then. Let's say petite and not short. You give me petite excitement, Ella."

There were thin beads of sweat on the tip of her nose that made her beauty even more pronounced. She had a light lilac fragrance on her body, and her skin was fairer in the sun, like a baby with no pores or blemishes visible. She's still in that suggestive towel though, making it hard for him to control his wolves.

"All right..." She sighed in relief, and smiled as she withdrew her hands from his chest.

But with that, she'd burst the man's last bit of self-control, and he grabbed her hands before they'd fall below her chest. Then her shoulders, and then... Nothing was going to stop his wolf now.