Mated With A Curse

Ella had been lying on her side for like EVER before the door finally clicked open. Hearing the slight sound, she sat up, and just as a sick feeling washed over her afresh, she clutched the silken quilt. Her guest's silent, probably taking a moment to feed his eyes. Actually, it's probably her host. Her right hand presumptuously went to her stomache and she let her midnight veil spread further down. She couldn't see him yet because of her blindfold. However, the room's smell had changed. From the tangy rose and citrus to a mix of those two with sandalwood and lemongrass, and a tincture of something else she couldn't put her nose on. Her nose twitched, desiring more of the chaotic smell as if it possessed a mind of its own. 'STOP IT' She cautioned. With her good ears too she could now hear his footfalls, light on the muffling carpet. He's sneaking up on her. He should know she already heard the door, so why the silly act? Maybe he's one of those freaks who pleasured in people's uneasiness. Although she'd sensed him climbing the bed, she couldn't help but jump when he stroked her shoulder. His touch almost coarse. Her stomach churned. "Could you just let me..." "Oh, I don't think you want to." His words swam to her left ear in slurred magnetic waves, their forerunning puffs of wind laden with flavoured tobacco. There's no emotion in that voice. Now, she trembled. Tonight, she's only here in lieu of her sister. Her sister? No, Victoria's one of a few she couldn't call that. Neither by birth nor in deed. Ella's just saving the ass of someone who's literally an ass to her. It's ironic. No, it's the worst feeling. "I'm sorry, you—can you just give me some time to—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Something was poking her head. With harsh avidity he peeled off the tape they'd used to bind her veil, and raised her delicate chin and chuckled. But the darkness was just leaving Ella's veiled eyes, so she couldn't see him yet. But unbeknownst to him, he'd only removed one layer of her three masks. "You have an opinion. Good. But it won't get you anywhere with me. Nobody orders me around." 'Oh, that's alright. I'm Nobody.' Ella joked mentally... Like her situation didn't faze her, right? He smacked his lips, then pouted, as though contemplating what to do next with her. She'd see him now all right, but what's screaming 'notice me!' more about him was the aura coming off him. It's one that seemed to drop a mortar in one's chest, either as he moved or as words escaped his mouth. The room wasn't well lit, and although the veil bleached the light, she suspected it's a blue light, sourced from the wall on her right. He shook his head and wheezed, "Oh it's an honour to be doing this... On behalf of my Alpha. Really." 'Your Alpha is either an imbecile or he's psychotic,' Ella thought. Feeling his breath getting closer, Ella's fright heightened. "Just not ready yet..." She said struggling to escape that blasted position. He held her shoulder firmly, chortling like a real-life Joker. 'Who's this one?' She thought dialectically. Now, she berated herself for coming at all. It all now looked like a setup. Wasn't this supposed to be just a gaurd who checked if she's still a virgin, and not, as he just claimed, someone who's not to be ordered around? The imbecile didn't even set modalities as to how his representative should treat her. Representative... The word squeezed a scoff out of her. It's the most absurd arrangement anyone even in their lopsided senses would make! Why'd an Alpha, or even any wolf at all, allow another sleep with his supposed future Luna first before he'd marry her? It's purely against wolf practice and cullture. If word got out, the whole werewolf society would laugh the imbecile to derision. However, sadly, that's all they'd do, he's still alpha of his pack. "You don't seem to know your place... Victoria. I'll gladly enlighten you. You're nothing but a sacrifice all donned up for me. Lamb for the slaughter... I'm the slaughter." Like a maniac, he laughed still. "But who knows! You might end up being a very goooood... concubine, if not wife, once you've been tamed by him." Ella shot him frozen daggers with her eyes. She watched his heart bleed out. Then tragically, he died in a river of his clotting blood. She smirked at the thought. Not because she'd any means to achieve it, no. "Tell me, how's it feel? Being a virgin. Left to me I wouldn't believe your road's never been plied before. But then, you can enlighten me. How do you satisfy your desire when it comes? Or do you never feel..." He rubbed her chin again, making that 'thing' squirm inside her. The 'thing' always bobbled inside her whenever she's vexed, coming with a rage of its own—mostly when she's touched the way this vile wolf now did her. It'd started just recently, and she suspected it might be her wolf finally waking up. She'd not yet embraced the rage, but maybe she would tonight. And yes, she'd no wolf yet. Just the occasional bobbling. And sometimes, (when) it felt like two things battled in her, she'd think... Maybe she's just confused. "You look sooo depressed." He reached into her veil from underneath, as he'd only been touching her face through the veil. "A glum little dark package you are. Mind if I call you glum-glum? I know you don't. Best fit." He chuckled. 'So childish.' She thought. Yet, she couldn't stop her anxiety. She wanted to slap his hand out, but had this feeling that if she went even a tad bit violent here... An ancient druic proverb said, if one came under the rain herself, she'd not complain about getting cold. However, she's still figuring out how she got here... Ella trembled as his hand made contact with her bare skin, whether from irritation, fright, or the cold breeze blowing in. With gritted teeth she soon surprised herself by saying, "You don't suppose I'd be here if I could choose, do you?" "Oh, there you go. A complete sentence, finally." He raised her veil slowly. What a daring wolf he was. What if she had a knife clutched under that veil? Momentarily, Ella again imagined stabbing into his throat from below, but discarded the thought immediately. It'd not be murder, it'd be suicide. With her veil off, she scowled. At first he looked slightly amused, but now he mocked her with a grin. She was right. The light washing over the room from a grotesque looking sconce was blue. It's an altering light, so everything in there naturally looked odd—altered. Tampered with. Like he's doing with her. "It's simply wrong to look wronged before people who're helping you, Glum-glum. People such as me. I could decide to... give a bad review, you know." "Of what?" She dared him. "You. But of course, you're the... product, commodity I've received the burden of tasting." He jeered incredulously, holding a tip of the veil in his fingers. Ella struggled to clench her anger down as she easily did with her teeth. For one without a wolf yet, she sure had so much rage bottled than she'd contain. However, he looked, in frame, way stronger than any regular male wolf she'd ever encountered. Hence, the suicide theory earlier. Taking a cue, and a wild turn from that single prompt, her imagination started conjuring how he should look naked. As though he heard her, he began to unbutton his shirt with his left hand, now dropping the veil. When he's done peeling himself like a banana, an unsolicited gasp escaped her mouth. And now her suspicion was narrowing. This was no ordinary guard. She knew it didn't make any sense. The whole arrangement. So an alpha would agree to such unfavourable alliance just to have his guard sleep with a girl he'd supposedly marry? What if this was the alpha? Victoria had claimed he's an old wolf, however, Ella's privy to Victoria's definition of old. Or she must have said that to make Ella feel better about coming, since she's the one to eventually marry the supposed old wolf. Ella couldn't believe she'd agree to ditch her mate so easily, nor yet imagine how Garthe would react to being so cheaply cheated. That's not Ella's problem. But gods, this wolf looked every inch an Alpha than some dirty court guard! Her eyes travelled from his waist line upward. But seeing his edgy chin and full lips already messing with her, she shut her eyes. "Oh... scared little bunny. Now, let's see how best to tend to you." His voice rang out, promising desire. 'What's all this feeling?' Ella berated herself. His words were but a swift briefing though, as he soon descended upon her. With a fierce resolution, she thought, 'Alpha Morrissey, tonight, I've paid back ALL that I owe you!' He brushed his warm fingertips over her thigh, making her shiver as his nose poked hers. She'd not yet imagined herself doing this. Just a second ago her resolve had been clear, but now for the umpteenth time, she wanted to sob so badly. How dare Morrissey put her through this? The dirty guard must have noticed her reaction, because now a wicked grin spread across his face. However, to Ella's surprise, he stopped making contact, pulled back, and puffed sharply. As though he'd been holding it back since he entered, his special wolf scent suddenly permeated the air so overwhelmingly that Ella had to lip-seal her nose. It's drowning her senses and stirring scary lust in her somehow, and she might give in too soon if it lingered. She knew the scent now. It's the underlying scent she couldn't recognize earlier. Her heart was a jumble of bass kicks. After a moment, he murmured, as though to himself, "You really don't want this." So he stopped whatever he'd been doing. Ella sighed inwardly. She's just about grabbing him and shredding his trousers with her teeth. The curtains suddenly came alive in a flash before a resonating thunder followed. Then a prolonged rumble—promise of a heavy downpour. 'Oh, no,' she thought. Then to him she said, "No, I really don't." She doubted if she meant that. He blew raspberries. "But I can't have come for nothing." He sounded like a child again. Surrendering so easily. But was she sad or happy? "I seldom compromise like this, but Victoria Morrissey, something's off about you. Something... Maybe even special. I can make another deal with you." A corner of his mouth arced up. "You won't touch me?" She asked, hope springing up in her, but at the same time with a tinge of concern. "I didn't say that. But like we say, agree to disagree." He grinned evilly and leaned in again. "Victoria, you'll give me something I find much... so amusing. But... I prefer them al-so virgin." For a moment she thought he'd make a fine rapper. But then he wrapped one hand around her head, the other sliding up her chest without much care. And with a force she couldn't fight, he pulled her in. Meanwhile, inside her, that 'thing' squirmed again, than it'd ever done before. With dangerous desperateness. Now, she panicked.