Mated To The Cursed Alpha

Chapter One Elvira's POV When life gives you lemon, you let it slide because life doesn't f*cking give anything for free, move the f*ck on. This has been my mantra for years. My parents kicked me out because I was an outcast, unable to find a mate at eighteen- I moved on. When he finally came, at nineteen, he cheated on me with my sister- I moved on. I never allowed anything to stand in my way of success so three years after being estranged from my parents, I finally began the life I dreamt of-being a fashion designer. “Good morning Elvira.” A sonorous voice greeted, cheerfully. “Good morning Nelson.” I replied, a smile gracing my face. Nelson is my assistant and also the only friend I have. He helped me through rough patches and I got a job with his help. “How's the new designs coming up? The boss will be here soon to review them.” He reminded me. I inhaled sharply and briefly scanned the bustling around, two months back, the company was bought by some mysterious mogul and he requested for the best designs to be custom made. Apparently it was for his mate. “I've worked my ass off for weeks on this Nelson, it's nothing short of perfection.” I assured him and he chuckled before offering me a cup of coffee. “Thanks.” I murmured as I took a long sip. Hours later, the entire place was filled with linens, all sorts of clothing materials, loose wool, fur and everything in-between. The manager walked in elegantly to inspect the work. “Good heavens! This looks magnificent. It's the best I've ever set my eyes on!” She praised me. I smiled weakly, proud of my handiwork. “I'm the best there is, you're lucky to have me work for you Miss Keisha.” I boasted and she gently patted my shoulders. I've been at the company for a few years but became chief designer because my works are flawless and my designs are stunning, surpassing anyone else's. “I heard the new boss is the Alpha of the pack!” Nelson whispered to me as we got back to work. I laughed it off, knowing him well for being a certified gossip. “What? You don't believe me?” He asked, slightly offended. “Nelson, the Boss could be anybody. It's certainly none of our business. Getting these dresses ready for display tonight is our business.” I reminded him, calmly. He went ahead to call me a snob before proceeding to inform me of the latest gossip in town. “I need to go get some clothing material from the storeroom.” I informed Nelson. “Send a junior designer, you don't have to go yourself.” Nelson pointed out. “Darling, want anything done well? Do it yourself.” I drawled before snatching the access card from my purse and headed for the store. His laughter trailing after me. I hummed my favorite tune as I headed for the storeroom, flaunting my name tag, head held up high. Crash. I staggered backwards, having bumped into someone. “Sh*t!” I cursed as I tried to recover from the collision. “What the hell is wrong with you!” I looked up to see a handsome man scowling visibly at me. His eyebrows furrowed in a frown, accentuating his intimidating aura and sexiness oozing from him. “Are you incapable of making sensible mistakes?” He fired, hotly and all the budding attraction fizzled. There's one thing i despise-arrogant people. “You bumped into me.” I stated, as if reminding him. His haze burned hotly through, his murderous intent heavy. “You little-” “Who the hell let you in here you sicko?” I interjected, hissing loudly. He was taken aback for a split second. “Did you just call me a sicko?” I paused and held my breath, afraid I'd just encounter the impossible as my heartbeat intensified. I blinked back severally, awaiting a sign of echolalia but none came-instead, sweet fragrance hit my nostrils. A mixture of pine and smoke accompanied with an earthy musk and smoky heat which penetrates the air, leaving a trail of dangerously alluring pull. ‘No fr*aking way!’ I exclaimed softly, under my breath. My eyes darted across the room, scanning through the brightly lit place in search of the culprit behind this pandemonium. Pulsating rapidly, my heart beat against my chest cavity, emitting echoes of the storm brewing inside of me. My wolf has always been dormant, never stirred by anything but tonight something-no! Someone brought her to life. “Watch where you're going!” A sensual animalistic voice boomed as I tried to navigate my way through the fancy crowd, brushing past his shoulders momentarily. I recognized the voice and ignored it for a minute, fixated on my mission but stopped dead in my tracks. ‘Mate!’ The growl came again. This time, firmer, more assertive. Slowly, I turned around to stand face-to-face with him-my mate. Everything blurred and my senses heightened, I could see only him-every detail highlighted with unmistakable clarity. “Mr Ferguson.” I hissed-barely above a whisper, a mixture of excitement, regret, anticipation and longing. “Are you bli-” He started but his words trailed off as his eyes widened in shock-a wave of realization hitting him. For a moment, his eyes sparkled and I felt an urge, a pull-to get drunk in the sins that his lips offered. I closed my eyes for a moment. The scent. The invitation. The unspoken seduction. My eyes flew open as I felt his touch on my bare shoulders-an electrifying sensation. His icy stare melted. His gaze flickered, devouring me with his eyes-shaken, disbelief. “It's you.” He breathed, his voice laced with indescribable emotions. “You're my mate.”