Mated To The Cursed Alpha

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Varyn's POV

“You need to go to the party, Varyn, it's your welcome party.” Rowan pestered, for the umpteenth time.

“I'll send someone to represent me. I'm not in a good mood.” I hissed, jaws clenched.

All that I could think of was the arrogant lady I bumped into ruined my favorite suit-custom made irreplaceable black suit. She reeked of sweetness and spice, it haunted me and I detest it.

“Are you still pissed that the lady ruined your dress? You can't be anti-social. You're not only alpha but CEO of the company. The elders are watching, you need to make an appearance.” He reminded me, meaningfully.

I frowned knowing well I was left with no choice than to attend the stupid welcome party the company decided to throw me. For five years I have been away from home-My pack, my homeland. I couldn't bear to stay, not after what happened to Chloe.

“I'll have the car ready for you. Be ready.” Rowan stated, leaving the room but I easily detected the worry laced in his tone.

A few hours later, I arrived at the party. It was peaceful for me at first since they barely recognized me and I wanted more than anything else to get away from the noise, the nonstop facade of happiness.

Quietly sipping my champagne while I stood talking to a group of people; a scent invaded my nostrils.

Sweet and intoxicating, sending ripples of excitement through me. A forbidden sensation. Silence-brewing storms.

Then-

Her.

I felt a slight brush past my shoulders, accompanied with an urgent rush of adrenaline. I grabbed the culprit and twirled her-instinctively.

‘Mate!’

The forbidden word resonated in my head, my lips quivered and my grip on the glass of champagne tightened-similar to thr feeling in my chest.

The whole party blurred, the spotlight suddenly dawning on her. My lips twitched, recollecting a disturbing memory.

“You!” I growled, accusingly.

Softness ooze from her as she stared blankly in my eyes. Her hazel eyes drawing me in-whispers of promising comfort.

‘This can't be.’ I muttered, convincingly, to myself. ‘I have a mate?’

“You're my mate.” I blurted, with certainty.

The word ‘Mate!’ escaped from her lips. Shock glimmered on her face, as if this was a huge mistake but it was quickly replaced by fear, curiosity, longing and recognition.

The realization pounded in my skull, instantly, she snatched her arm from my grip and I maintained my composure.

“You? Arrogant slimy fox!” She hissed which caught me off guard.

“What the hell do you think you're doing touching me?” She added, swallowing whatever lewd expression she previously wore.

“What?” I responded, calmly-a ruse to hide the tornado of emotions she unlocked in me.

She looked around then scoffed, throwing hands in the air.

“Who let you in here? I checked the guest list myself and didn't find a douchebag there.” She threw, sassily.

I chuckled, piqued by her sass and charisma. No one ever managed to speak to me rudely or survive my intimidation. “You're the clumsy brat that ruined my suit. That suit cost me a fortune and it's my favorite.”

She sneered, visibly and snatched the glass I held, gulped the content at once and wiped her mouth with the back of her palm. “You're lucky tonight is a huge one for me else…” She let her words trail off-an attempt to scare me.

Involuntarily, I laughed at how she pouted-innocence, there was a warmth around, one I knew I didn't deserve.

“Excuse me.” She drawled then walked away, as if absconding from the truth.

I felt a stir in my wolf as I watched her go. Something new, something forgotten-hope.

“Mr Ferguson!” A voice jolted me out of my reverie.

I frowned deeply, scowling at the trembling petit image in front of me. “Who's she?” I asked, pointing at my mate's retreating figure.

“Miss Elvira Sanchez, she's our chief fashion designer, her works are-”

“When does this party end?” I interjected, rudely, having gotten the information I needed.

“In an hour or two?” She responded, visibly shaken.

I exhaled slowly, wearing a formidable expression. “I didn't ask for any of this Rachel, deal with it. You're ruining my evening, scram.”

Her lips parted as she attempted to protest but one murderous look from me silenced her and I walked away from her.

My attention was fixated on her-the arrogant woman who defied my fate.

‘Elvira Sanchez.’ I whispered her name, an instant melody.

For half an hour, I watched her mingle with the crowd, wearing a smile like it was perfume-an intoxicating fragrance. She piqued my attention, against my own wishes. Our eyes met a few times and she ignored me.

My fascination was soon replaced by curiosity-we both know we're mated, so why the hell is she avoiding and pretending it doesn't exist. An opportunity presented itself as she excused herself from the crowd and I followed closely behind.

She disappeared into the hallway, away from the music. I followed her.

Screech.

I bumped into her but this time she slammed me against the wall, her slender fingers wrapped around my neck, loose but hard enough to send a message across.

“Why are you following me?” She hissed, her hazel eyes spitting fire.

Her body pressed against mine, sending sparks of electricity flying-raw. I arched an eyebrow, holding her gaze and in the blink of an eye, I reacted and pinned her to the wall, my body serving as a blockage.

“I could say the same for you. You're avoiding me and we both know what this is.” I whispered, huskily.

She looked away, her cheeks flushing pink from embrassement. “I don't know what you're talking about.” She denied, her shaky voice betraying her.

I lowered my head, staring right into her eyes, leaning in for a kiss. She smirked coyly and without warning, I crashed my lips on hers briefly giving her a taste of its forbidden fruit.

“You-” She protested, her body visibly aching for me.

I laughed, softly and she pushed me away, fleeing from the scene. Slowly, I went after her and watched her run off from the party.

“Who was that?” Rowan suddenly appeared beside me and asked.

I tut biting my lower lips. “Elvira Sanchez. My mate.”

His face went pale with shock while I waltzed away, laughing.

I found her.

The evidence of what must never be.