Accidental Mate

We’re Real

Natasha's POV

“22 Avenue Street. This was it.” I muttered to myself.

I stood in front of a large building about three storeys high, my hands already on the knob.

This was it. A chance maybe for a better life.

If what that man from the bar yesterday said was even half true then through this door my life would change for the better.

No more living in that crap apartment or working twice my shift or barely managing a meal a day.

I could finally live the life mom and Dad would have wanted.

I exhaled sharply. “Here goes nothing.”

I stepped through the door, and I felt like the world shifted. The low hum of laughter and conversation wrapped around me.

My eyes scanned the room. Everything looked so expensive, top notch.

From the glass tables, to the golden frames around every portrait.

I knew instantly that I didn't belong here.

Men dressed in their black suits, well tailored, and their shoes well polished. Then women dressed in their expensive gowns, golden necklaces around thier necks.

I hesitated just inside the doorway, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag.

For a moment I wondered.

Did they recognize me? Did they wonder why I was here?

Maybe they think I'm someone wansrwd and ended up?

Or was I just another passing shadow in a room full of glittering distractions?

No! I can't afford to think about this. I was here for one reason and one reason alone. To secure an internship with a massive firm.

I exhaled, squared my shoulders, and stepped further inside.

Just then, my eyes landed on a small bar stand to my left.

Nothing better than a fresh cup of whiskey to calm my nerves.

I weaved through the crowd, my heels tapping softly against the floor.

When I reached it, I rested my hand on the wooden counter and met the bartender’s gaze. “Whiskey,” I said, my voice steady.

He nodded without a word, turning to grab a bottle.

I exhaled, letting my shoulders relax slightly as I glanced around.

He filled in my cup to its brim and pushed to it towards me.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

I leaned back, sipping at my cold beer, my eyes scanning the crowd out of habit rather than interest.

Suddenly, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck.

It was as though I was being watched, or even stalked.

I turned my head slightly trying to find my stalker.

There!! His piercing eyes landed at me again.

He was leaning casually against the far wall, a drink in one hand, but his attention was entirely fixed on me.

Dark eyes, intense and unyielding, locked onto mine.

He had a black curly hair. He was easily the most handsome man I've ever seen.

But yet something about him made my hair stand up.

I quickly looked away, my heart skipping a beat.

“Was he looking at me?”

Maybe I’d imagined it. Maybe he wasn’t staring at me but at someone near me. I glanced back.

No, there was no mistaking it. His gaze hadn’t wavered, and the longer I pretended not to notice, the heavier his stare seemed to grow.

I snapped my head back in his direction.

What!!

He's gone.

But he was just there a second ago. Where could he have gone?

The air in the room felt suddenly thick, tension aroused in my veins.

A certain restlessness gripped me.

My grip tightened around the cup, my pulse quickening.

I glanced frantically from left to right. What was his problem?

Suddenly I felt a nudge on my back causing me to scramble from my seat. I snapped my head behind me.

And there he was. He even looked more handsome up close. His dark green eyes glinting at me.

“Stay away from me!” I snapped at him.

“What's the matter.” I watched him chuckle lightly under his breath.

He was right to laugh, I behaved like a fool.

For a second, I felt like the earth should just swallow me up.

I sighed. “I'm sorry. I just felt strange when I saw you staring at me.”

I confessed.

The man replied in an amusing tone.

“Sorry shouldn't be accepted for free.”

I was a little surprised by his answer. His words were a bit cheesy that gave me weird feelings.

Drawing a nervous breath, I replied.

“Then what can I offer for your apology?”

“Maybe you can tell me about yourself.”

Just a few steps from him, I could feel something off about him.

Something strange…Almost like the guy at the bar.

I paused, my expression darkened. “Well, my name is Natasha, and my life is pretty boring really.”

His expression didn't really change, he kept his sharp eyes on me.

“I'm here to scout possible internships for firms actually.”

“Really?” he answered swiftly. “I can grant you an internship. Hell even, an employment in my firm.”

“What?!”

My eyes widened in disbelief. I couldn't believe my ears.

“Yes. But with just a small conditon.” His voice dropped.

I raised a brow. "Okay…?"

"Be my Luna..."

I blinked, letting out a short, confused laugh. "Your what?"

"Luna. My mate. My queen." His voice was steady, like this was supposed to make sense. Like this was something normal.

I shook my head, a nervous chuckle slipping out. "Okay, I have no idea what you’re talking about."

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was studying me in a way he hadn’t before. "Wait…" His brows furrowed. "You don’t know?"

"Know what?" My stomach twisted.

Just then I saw something flicker across his face, genuine surprise.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was reassessing everything. "You’re… human?"

The way he said it made my skin crawl.

I let out a sharp breath. "What else would I be?"

Just then, I felt air shift.I turned to look around the room, and suddenly, everything felt wrong.

Too many eyes watching me, maybe even studying me.

The laughter and conversation from earlier had faded.

I swallowed hard. "This is a joke, right?" I looked back at him. "Right?"

His jaw tensed. "No."

I took a step back. "You…You can’t be serious. Werewolves aren’t real. They’re just stories, they’re…"

"They’re real," he said firmly. "We’re real."

My blood ran cold.

Everyone in this room, every single person, was a werewolf.

I stumbled back, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "No. No way. This…This isn’t happening."

He reached for me, but I jerked away. "Stay away from me."

"Please, just listen…"

"No!" My voice came out louder than I expected, but I didn’t care. My heart pounded as I turned on my heel and ran.

I shoved past the bodies in my way, not stopping to see their reactions. I didn’t care. I just needed to get out.

I reached the door, yanked it open, and sprinted into the night.