The Cursed Prince Mate: A Rejected Mate Grumpy Billionaire Werewolf Romance

KAI I was on my way to the vineyard when Rita texted me."I am at the warehouse, can't wait to see you." I grunted and didn't bother responding. I mean, it was completely unnecessary to inform me of your arrival because it is not a random or last-minute plan; it is our regular s*x night. There is something seriously wrong with people in this world, whether they are humans, vampires, shapeshifters, warlocks, or demons. Rita, Penny, Mila, and the list goes on. Every single girl on my list believes that "f**k buddies" is equal to eternal soulmates. I have to keep my soul and beast calm; this is the only reason I put up with every girl's crap because they help me to vent my rage, desire, and frustration in their p*****s. We have the power to glamour our true identity. No one knows who we are except for my driver, Alex, and his sister, Anna, the first humans my brother Eli and I interacted with when we fell on Earth via a portal from our world Eldaria. Anna is now a werewolf because Eli marked her. She lacks the cosmic powers that Eli and I have. Like to glamourize ourselves and hide our true identity or read minds, among many other abilities. According to Eli, when he first saw Anna, he saw the eternal soulmate light all over her the sign in our world, Eldaria, to identify an eternal soulmate. I initially doubted Eli's claim, but later I realized they were meant to be together. Alex usually went to another warehouse after dropping me off, but today he knew I wouldn't stay overnight, so he stayed in the car. I opened the gate, and Rita was waiting for me. High heels, a long trench coat, red lipstick, and a hat. I asked every girl to come wearing these four things only because this is how I soothe myself. She flashed me her typical sultry smile and attempted to hug me, but I stopped her and walked past like I always do. I'm not too fond of hugging and kissing on the cheeks, which I consider unacceptable formalities. Rita followed me, and when we arrived at our spot, I turned and clutched her arms. "Are you ready?" Rita sighed and nodded. I got near to her ear and whispered. "Run." I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of her heels hitting the floor as she ran which ignited a spark in my body, adrenaline rushed through my veins. She ran swiftly since she was a werewolf and assumed I was unaware of it. When she got far enough away I began chasing her and a thrill poured through my body. The pleasure of running after my target calms my wild wolf. Once I catch them I rip off their coat, fling back their hats, and watch when their hair fell on their t**s as I pin them naked under me. I envelop her from behind, and her laugh mixed with screams heighten my excitement. I turned her face towards me and split her coat, rolling it down from her arms and let it fall on the floor. My d**k is swollen enough to get out of my pants. She smirks and attempts to flee, but I pick her up and tie her hands to a bench. I hear her wolf growling in her chest. I rip a condom from my wallet, tearing it with my teeth and rolling it over my d**k. I can’t take any chances on having my pubes on earth and revealing my true identity. Rita gasps, and I rub the head of my d**k over her wet p***y, and then drive into her with one deep push. I thrust until I cursed and came deep in her p***y. Rita was spent and near passing out. I stood up and put back on my custom-made Armani suit. I knew why she was looking at me that way, so I untied her and pointed at her stuff. “Put those on, we’re leaving.” I started walking towards the gate. Rita whined, assuming I would care, “But we always stay the night.” I turned around rapidly and spoke firmly, “Rita, this was our last time.” Rita started to yell, then her yelling turned into cursing. I opened the gate of the warehouse and shut it behind me. I motioned Alex to the gate; he nodded and called his men to ensure Rita safely home. The next morning, at 9 a.m., I looked outside through a large expanse of glass from the 115th floor of my towering empire while drinking whiskey. If I were human it might be too early to drink, but not for me because I never get tipsy. I always drink whiskey because I enjoy the taste. As I savored the amber malt, I started thinking about my curse. Tonight is the full moon and I refrain from talking or doing anything that needs focus on every full moon when the beast emerges. There was a knock at my door and I knew it was Rachel, my assistant, and also one of my plethora of f**k buddies. I sighed. “Yeah, come in.” Rachel stepped inside, her heels clinking against the cement floor. She had been working for me for five years and was the best assistant I had ever had. Mostly because she didn't talk much, never answered back, and never asked questions. She may not talk a lot, but she does moan a lot when I eat her p***y. She cleared her throat. “Mr. Parker, I have shortlisted a girl for the job you posted and I wanted to schedule her final interview with you around 5 p.m.” Before I told her to cancel the interview, my phone started ringing and Rachel walked out. Rita’s name flashed on my screen. It was her almost hundredth call. I grunted and picked up, “I told you Rita we are done.” She yelled out, "But did I do to deserve this?" Her cries tested my patience. "You developed feelings for me, you started expecting us to spend time together. I don't do that s**t, and also I have to keep renewing the names on my list of s*x partners.” Rita responded, “All I wanted…” I shook my head and hung up the phone and then blocked her number. I should have done it the moment I pulled my d**k out of her. So focused on my own headaches I had completely forgotten Rachel was leaving to get married. After all, she’s human and has a limited life circle. I can't force her to stay or not marry. If she were supernatural I might have considered talking to her about it. I swallowed the rest of the whiskey in one go and walked over to my chair. Every time I end things this happens. I can't help it that I can't do any couply things with any girl. I do s*x because I have strong urges to fulfill. Also, I have a list of dead girls with whom I fell in love during my early days on Earth. I was petrified after the death of my first girlfriend. She was not my eternal soulmate, but I liked her. I continue to believe my eternal soulmate is in my world "Eldaria" because if she were on Earth, I would have met her. She must be dissatisfied or restless in Eldaria like I am on Earth. Not a single girl on Earth could have pleased me or satisfied my soul the way we Eldarians wanted. It took me years to understand the cost of attempting to form relationships. Guilt and agony slam into me as they usually do when I think about those girls who died as a result of my careless actions. I should have stayed away from them. They were unaware of my curse; it was me, who heard Zamorra curse me while I was clutching my brother and sister and fleeing for our lives.