Cursed Alpha's Accidental Mate

Chapter 1

___ Emily's POV ___

Hi, my name is Emily Collins. I'm a journalist for The Chronicle, but today is Valentine's Day, and I just checked into the five-star hotel I saved up for to surprise my fiancé.

We've been dating for 8 years and have been engaged for a year now. But we haven't slept together yet, but today I'm putting myself on the menu.

As I entered our room, I looked around and was pleasantly surprised at how clean, neat, and cozy it was. I lit the candles I brought with me, poured the red wine into the glasses, and then scattered rose petals and pink balloons all over. Everything looked beautiful and romantic.

I grabbed my bag and took out the clothing I planned to wear tonight. As I lifted the red teddy, erotic lingerie, my cheeks flushed. I couldn't believe I was going to wear something so...revealing. I decided to have a shower and freshen up before putting it on.

I have a fuller figure compared to most, with large breasts, a medium-sized waist, and a nicely rounded bum. Currently, I have a jacket covering me. I feel silly prancing around mostly naked and in high heels, but the jacket only has one button at my waist and doesn't really cover much, as my bum and breasts are fighting for freedom.

After loosening the ponytail, I had in my hair for my shower, my slightly curled light blond hair hung over my shoulders and down my back, making me look more feminine. I proceeded to put on the diamond earrings I received as a gift from my fiancé, Lucas Steele.

I sat on the couch, waiting. On the table in front of me, I placed the wine and the chocolate-covered strawberries.

After a while, I picked up my phone and double-checked that I had sent Lucas the correct details. Yes, it's correct. Room 566 at 18:00. It's now 20:00 and he still has not shown up. And there are no messages to say he's late. I let out a sigh of disappointment. He must have gotten busy with work or something. He is the head of his family-run real estate company, so he often has business emergencies.

So, I decided to get into bed. I took off my high heels and jacket and climbed into bed. As I lay there, I couldn't sleep, my mind wandering to where Lucas could be and how my brother was doing.

Suddenly, I heard a key unlocking the door. I quickly and completely covered myself with the covers, feeling nervous and excited simultaneously.

The door opened, and he walked in. He took off his coat and then only walked into the bedroom area. I couldn't see anything, so I had to rely on my keen ears. I apparently have better hearing than most.

I expected him to be happy when he sat on the bed and found me in this outfit. It would be a good surprise, something he had been wanting and asking me for a while now.

The footsteps were getting closer, and he was coming over. I clenched the covers in my fists nervously, but I was disappointed when I heard him walking past the bed. After a short while, I heard water splashing. Oh, he was just taking a shower.

I blushed out of shyness, and my body became uncontrollably hot. The sound of the running water was hitting my heart like a piano being played. The more I looked forward to our moment, the more anxious I felt.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom and stopped by the bed. He was getting into bed. My heart was racing. The bed sank slightly when he sat down. After the cover was lifted a little, the cold air with a faint fragrance of magnolia came in.

I was surprised that he had changed his perfume, but it smelled much better, unexpectedly calming my doubts and making me more excited to give myself to him.

I remained very still, a bit nervous, so I closed my eyes while waiting for his approach. But the man next to me did not move for at least five minutes. What on earth is happening? Why hasn't he found me yet? And why wasn't he even looking for me?

I gathered up my courage and hesitantly stretched out my hand to the left but touched nothing after patting it a few times. Only then did I realize that the bed in this hotel was so big that two more people could lie between us and we would still be comfortable. No wonder he hadn't noticed me. So, I decided to act a little more proactively.

I trembled slightly as I moved slowly towards him, fumbling my fingers in the darkness. When I finally touched a piece of warm skin, I felt his body instantly become stiff and motionless. It seemed he was just as nervous as I was.

But if he was nervous, I had to calm down. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to enjoy the sweet intimate night.

What am I touching? Is it his arm? When my fingers continued to move up, I felt his body getting stiffer and hotter.

Is he shy too? Or does he have a fever? Maybe that's why he was late?

Although I had a strange feeling, I continued to move my hand up his body and felt his well-defined muscles. Wait! Was that hot thing his...

But before I could gather my thoughts about how I wanted this to happen for us, I was abruptly kicked out of bed.

"Ah!" I screamed as I rolled off the bed and hit the floor. I was almost naked without my jacket, so it was extremely painful.

"Lucas, you..." When I raised my head and saw the man sitting on the bed, I was choked with shock, and my mind went blank.

The man was now putting on a long white bathrobe, his ivory skin on display in the process. He was extremely handsome.

His thin red lips were tightly pursed as he looked at me with his dark eyes. His half-wet hair was draped down his smooth forehead. He had a straight nose with a prominent bridge, a sharp jaw, and well-defined chin, and a 5 o'clock shadow, with droplets rolling into his collar. My eyes couldn't help but follow the path they were moving.

I couldn't help but think about how attractive he was.

I realized I was unconsciously drooling but quickly snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I shouldn't be captivated by any man other than Lucas!

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Who are you?" he asked at the same time.

When we asked the same question at the same time, my cheeks couldn't help but flush.

___ Nathaniel's POV ___

I frowned slightly at the scantily clad woman and guessed that she was one of those gold diggers. After the day I had, sorted out issue after issue, especially on a day I hated, the last thing I wanted to do was waste my time trying to find out who she was.

"I'm not interested," I snapped, my tone dripping with disdain. "Get out and close the door!"

From a very young age, I possessed a commanding presence that compelled others to unknowingly submit to my desires. It seemed that my mere presence exuded an aggressive aura, leaving no room for negotiation. This trait contributed to the curse that plagued me.

Being an alpha and a prominent figure in both status and wealth, my walls were impenetrable, and very few could successfully challenge my authority. Women, both human and werewolves, have thrown themselves at me to entrap me into getting married, either to become Luna or to get their hands on my money. But this was definitely a first.

She stood up from the ground and reached for the jacket at the end of the bed, effortlessly slipping it on. The jacket she wore left very little to the imagination, provoking an odd fascination as my eyes unconsciously wandered over her curvy body. With frustration evident on her face, she walked towards the door, each step resonating with defiance.

However, just as she reached the door, a sudden change of heart seemed to take over. Without warning, she swiftly turned around and retraced her steps, gradually closing the distance between us.

"This is not right! I booked this room, it is booked under my name, Emily Collins, so it is you who should get out!" she declared, her tone prompt yet tinged with nervousness.

I had just picked up my phone to call Ethan, an Omega from my pack who also happens to be my manager of this hotel. I needed him to sort out this gold digger. It seemed that women like her wouldn't stop until they had tried everything they could to claim me. 

I put down the phone, turned to look at her, and said, "I hate women who lie. If you are a shameless liar, it will only disgust me more. I'll get security to forcefully remove you if you don't leave right now."

___ Emily's POV ___

A shameless liar?

"How dare you call me a shameless liar? I didn't lie! I did book this room. Who are you to accuse me of lying? Why did you suddenly appear in my room only to scold me? Who do you think you are? Do you think this hotel belongs to you?" I fired back, my anger rising with each word.

The more I spoke, the more excited I became. My face flushed, my eyes were bright, and my breasts bounced with excitement under my red outfit.

His eyelids twitched, trying not to stare at them before he said, "Sorry to disappoint you, but yes, this hotel does belong to me."

How was this possible? There couldn't be such a coincidence, right?

I was shocked for a moment, and then I angrily retorted, "Oh, come on! Do you think I will believe the lie you casually made up? Leave right now, otherwise, I will ask the hotel to call security to kick you out!"

He remained unmoved and said with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Don't say that. I've never done anything casually in my life. As for you..."

I knew what he meant, and when I looked down at my sexy clothing, my cheeks flushed. I tightly clutched the coat I had put on and said, "I... I'm a good girl, and I'm very conservative."

He shot a glance at the deep cleavage of my ample breasts that was on full display, his eyes traveling down to my exposed thighs and back to my cleavage before locking eyes with me and smirking. "Is that so?" he remarked with a cold yet strangely pleasant tone.

His voice was almost like a melody, the syllables lingering in the air with a thread of sarcasm. Hearing it, my whole body flushed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Oh no, it must be Lucas, my fiancé.