HER SECOND CHANCE : A CURSED ALPHA

ALINA’S POV “Yulia! You b***h, have you forgotten your place so easily, slave? Just because the alpha’s daughter favors you doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me, Omega,” Nate’s screeching, yet masculine voice growled in anger. “I’m sure you have perfectly good hands to get what you want yourself, Nate,” I snapped at him, watching the way he clamped his lips the moment his eyes landed on me. His nose flared in rage and he tightened his hands, curling them into a fist. He definitely had not expected me to be in the kitchen with Yulia. I could hear Yulia laughing smugly behind me as Nate froze in fear and anger. His lips twisted, curving into a snarl, and I was so sure he wanted to retort back. But then, he did something surprising, he shut them back as his lips curled into a smug smirk, looking at me. Not saying anything, he marched out of the kitchen still vibrating with rage. “What do you think about this, Alina?” Yulia said for what sounded like the hundredth time. But this time, she finally snapped my attention away from the door of the kitchen and towards what she was pointing at. “It looks good, just like all of your dishes,” I smiled, but was still somewhat distracted. Marcel should have been here ages ago. He said he wanted to get something from his room. We still had a lot to pick out for our wedding tomorrow. “Are you worried about where Marcel is?” Yulia’s exasperated sigh jerked me back to reality, yet again. I watched as a strand of her silky brown hair fell from her bun and to the side of her face as she moved closer to me. “Yeah, he left a while ago, he was supposed to be here to select the dishes with me. It’s the eve of our wedding after all,” I said, gnawing on my lips in anxiety. But Yulia only rolled her eyes. “Maybe he is with Nate. He left in the direction of Marcel’s room when he marched out of the kitchen earlier,” she scoffed, and I knew why. Yulia never liked Nate. She hated him in fact. Nate was our Beta’s son, and also my brother Dexter's best friend, who was the future alpha of our pack. But Nate, he was not only arrogant but evil too, and for some reason, Nate never failed to bully omegas. And now, he had taken it as his mission to make Yulia’s life miserable, because he hated the fact that I always stood by her side. Lately, Yulia had also started disliking Marcel too for always taking Nate’s side. If only she could see Marcel for how good he was. Marcel was nothing like Nate. “I should probably go check on him, my wolf won’t rest if she does not see her mate,” I muttered. Although a part of me felt jittery and happy, for the fact that I was finally going to see Marcel again. “And also Yulia, please don’t forget. Dexter cannot eat almonds, Nate is allergic to soy…” “Soy? He he he, you could have said that since, maybe I can put some in his food and see if he chokes to death,” Yulia snorted, cutting me off. I rolled my eyes at her, “No drama in my wedding please,” I said, about to move only to pause when I remembered I had missed something. “And also, Marcel is allergic to pistachios.” “Pistachio? That’s the most…” “Not one drop in the food Yulia. Marcel has a deadly allergy. The last time he had pistachio ice cream during our date, he literally fainted on the spot the moment it touched his mouth. I had to use my healer abilities to revive him that day, else Selene knows what would have happened,” I groaned, a twinge of pain hitting me, by just thinking about almost losing my mate to that stupid food I made him eat that day. Not wanting to linger there any longer, my need to be with my mate was already growing every minute I spent here. My fingers twitched as my hand hovered around the mark on my neck. And then, I rubbed it in slow motion. The same spot where Marcel had marked me a week ago. I had wanted to wait till tomorrow after our wedding, but Marcel was insistent, so I let him. And just like it had been doing for the past week since he marked me, it was throbbing again. And painfully too. But I was too scared to ask another marked she-wolf if it was normal for a mate mark to hurt even after a week. I had been taught that a mate mark was only supposed to hurt at that moment, and after that was pleasure. But mine had been hurting for more than a week now. I did not want to be mocked for being too weak, most especially because I was the alpha’s daughter. My wolf should have been born as a Luna or alpha, but unfortunately for me, I was just a healer wolf like my father would put it. But I loved it. It was the closest and the only thing I had that was similar to my mother. I knew there was no use asking Yulia if the mate mark was supposed to hurt even after a week. She still hadn't found her mate yet, and it was a soft spot for her. I looked up to her trying to hide my pain as I spoke. “No pistachio in any food, Yulia,” I said seriously. And with that, I practically dashed out of the kitchen in search of my mate. I’ve been to his room countless times to navigate my way there easily. It still felt like yesterday remembering the day we found out we were mates. A smile tugged on my lips at the memory. Marcel had saved me and Nate from a rogue attack, years ago. Our meeting felt so unreal, and as Yulia would like to describe it, it was love at first sight. Ever since then, I’ve found every excuse in the book to get closer to Marcel. And when I found out we were fated mates, it felt like Selene was finally favoring me. Our love was the kind I read in my books. The ones with perfect fictional men. And that is exactly what Marcel was. The memory was enough to beat the pain in my neck which felt like a million needles trying to tear through my skin. Alongside that gnawing feeling in my chest like something was going terribly wrong. And the moment I drew closer to his room, I understood exactly why. “Arrgh, pound me harder daddy,” My hands on Marcel’s doorknob immediately froze, the moment that familiar voice spoke. My wolf whined through our link. And my mark, it throbbed harshly with enough pain to leave me breathless. But I could barely feel any of it, as I pushed the door open. Still unable to believe what I was hearing. I wanted to convince myself so badly that I had imagined it. But the second, my eyes landed on the scene before me, it felt like the entire world paused, as that loud ringing sound echoed in my head. Marcel, my fated mate and fiancé, had his d**k buried in Nate, the son of my pack’s beta. I could feel the entire air disappear from my system as my lungs squeezed tightly. And I felt like laughing. Laughing loudly at how pathetic my fate could be. I stood frozen in shock. But they barely noticed, too lost in their frenzy of passion. As Nate moaned loudly. “Your precious mate could never satisfy you like I do, right Marcel baby?” Nate hissed, his voice heavy with pleasure. But I could still hear the mockery as clear as day in his tone as he cried out, and my hands trembled. From pain and anger as it curled into a fist. “Never—” Marcel groaned. And nails sharpened into claws, digging into the hard skin of my palm enough to draw blood as I watched my fiancé f**k someone else. I was on the verge of shifting. The air reeked of s*x, and my stomach churned in disgust. Only then, did my brain finally settle on what exactly was happening. My fiancé and fated mate was cheating on me with the future beta of my pack. And as if finally sensing me, Nate’s head snapped to where I stood. His body still bent as Marcel pounded into him. But the moment his eyes landed on me, his lips curled into a smug triumphant smirk, like he had been waiting for this exact moment. “How dare you?!” I growled, barely recognizing my voice. Marcel froze the instant his eyes landed on me, and he quickly jumped away from Nate in fear. Bending down in haste to pick up his trousers, but he was too slow. “How long?” I hissed. “No…no, you don’t understand Alina,” Marcel stammered, his voice breaking as he tried to come up with a lie. But I could barely hear anything except the insistent whining of my wolf in my head. The urge to rip Nate’s head off his body for f*****g my mate, filled me. Along with the need to kill Marcel for causing me this much pain. “I don’t understand what? That you are cheating on me? And that too with Nate of all people?” I bit out in rage. Unable to control my breathing. “I’ve known and loved you for years, Marcel. And today…on the eve of our wedding you chose to hurt me. And that too in the most brutal way,” It was a surprise I could keep my voice this steady from the turmoil swirling in me. “No, Alina, I’m…” Marcel started, his expression reeking of guilt, but Nate beat him to it as he cut him off. “Please, Alina. You don’t know how hard it is for Marcel and me to..” I blocked his words from my head. Noticing that even now, Marcel did not speak up to counter what Nate said. Had I been foolish all this time? Or just blind and delusional with my love for Marcel, that I tried so hard to convince myself that he loved me back. When it was as clear as day that he never did. My gaze snapped to Marcel, and Marcel alone. My hands twisted, curling around the engagement ring on my finger. And then, I pulled it off, not even minding the biting pain that pierced through my body from the force I used. Holding the ring between my fingers, I threw it at him. As I roared loudly in rage. “I, Alina Vale of the Greenlake pack, reject you Alpha Marcel Reed, as my fated mate, future Alpha, and as my husband,” I spat, feeling the blood which trailed down from the side of my lip, as Marcel crumpled to the floor in pain.