Mated To The Cursed Alpha

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Elvira’s POV

Confusion.

I’ve never been this confused in my life.

There he was—my mate. A living, breathing contradiction standing in front of me. Arrogant. Sly. Powerful. And, as fate would cruelly have it, my boss.

When I caught Kyle cheating with Myra, I thought that was the end of my story. My one mate, gone. The Moon Goddess only grants one true bond—rarely do second chances fall from the heavens.

But somehow, I was given one.

To Varyn Ferguson.

The Supreme Alpha. Alpha of alphas. He was cloaked in rumors—some said he was demonic, others whispered of blood on his hands. But me? I thought he was dangerously hot and inexplicably magnetic.

“What did the boss say?” Nelson asked, snapping me out of my daze.

“Nothing,” I lied, voice tight.

“We’ve got work to do, Nel. Let’s get to it.”

I pretended to focus on the designs before me, but they were nothing more than blurs. My life had shifted. I had a mate again. And this time, I wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or terrified.

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Denial was a phase I thought I’d skipped. I prided myself on accepting truth fast and clean—less pain, fewer scars.

But this?

This was different.

Varyn wouldn’t let go. Flowers arrived daily. Notes slipped into my bag. My bills vanished before I could touch them. Every gesture was silent, tender... deliberate. And I rejected them all.

Then the dinner invite came.

A silk red gown, luxurious as sin. A black car with tinted windows. A card with four simple words:

Have dinner with me.

I arrived on edge, wearing elegance like armor. My heart pounded as I stepped into the private dining hall. Candlelight flickered. Crystal clinked. And there he was—Varyn—seated beside a striking man whose eyes widened the moment he saw me.

Shock flickered in his gaze. Not lust. Not admiration.

Recognition.

Varyn leaned toward him, whispered something too low to catch. The man stiffened, nodded, and stood. Without a word, he left.

And just like that, I was alone with him.

Varyn stood to greet me, the sharp lines of his suit brushing against me like temptation. “Elvira,” he said, voice low and lethal. “You came.”

“I didn’t come for you,” I replied coldly. “I came for clarity.”

He smirked, but something about it seemed hollow. “Then let me offer you both.”

I sat. He poured wine. The conversation was light, barely brushing anything real. I caught myself watching him when I shouldn’t—how he held his glass, how his lips curved when he laughed.

Then the parcel arrived.

A staff member handed it to him, neatly wrapped in black. He opened it with a subtle tension. And though I pretended to look away, I caught it—

The tremble.

His fingers stilled mid-movement. His eyes flickered with alarm, breath caught, spine taut.

Just for a second.

He sealed it shut again. His face returned to its practiced calm.

“Nothing important,” he said smoothly, setting it aside.

But I knew better.

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The dinner ended with no answers, just tension wound tighter. As he drove me back, silence settled between us. But it wasn’t cold. It was simmering.

When the car rolled to a gentle stop outside my apartment, he turned to me.

“Elvira,” he began, eyes softer now, yet still intense. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I asked, confused.

His gaze flicked to my lips.

“For something I haven’t done yet.”

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow.

It was the kind of kiss that promised storms and shelter all at once—his hand tangled in my hair, his mouth urgent, desperate. And I let him. For one blissful moment, I let myself believe he was mine.

When he finally pulled away, he whispered against my lips, “You’re mine. I don’t care what it takes. You belong to me, Elvira.”

And I believed him.

God help me, I did.

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The next day, I walked into the office humming—a rare thing.

Something in me had changed. Hope? Maybe. Or something worse.

I passed Nelson, smiling slightly. “Coffee’s on me today,” I teased.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“For once, maybe,” I said, trying not to blush.

Then I saw him.

At the end of the hallway.

Varyn stood by the main conference room, his hand curled possessively around the waist of a stunning woman. Dark hair, sharp cheekbones, designer heels that echoed across the floor. She looked like something out of a magazine. A polished threat.

And then I heard him say it—

“She’s mine.”

He was smiling at her, touching her, introducing her to his secretary and other executives.

I froze.My breath caught.Varyn looked up and saw me.For a moment, the world went still.But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t chase after me. Didn’t offer explanation.He looked me in the eye, and with the cruelest calm, he spoke.

“I reject you.”

The words sliced through me. Cold. Sharp. Final.Everyone turned to look. The silence was deafening. And just like that… the mate I’d started to believe in—kissed by, promised by—cut the bond with a single breath.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, my voice shaky. I didn't want to believe my eyes. I wanted to deny what was happening. It was all familiar- the scene. I heard a howl in my head, one of excruciating pain. I had experienced it before but this time it was wrenching and it threatened to consume me as a whole.

"Elvira." Varyn called out, his tone devoid of whatever emotion that was left.

I fought the urge to scream, to laugh at myself for being foolish. I looked at the girl he held, she had a smug look on her face, of victory, of mockery.

"You promised." I said, desperately. My voice barely above a whisper.

"Elvira." Nelson called out, softly.

His eyes were soft. He knew what pain I went through but I wasn’t ready to accept it. I turned on my heel, heart pounding, soul breaking.

So much for second chances.