Cursed Alpha's Accidental Mate

Chapter 3

___ Emily's POV ___

His lips also smell like magnolia, and they're so soft too.

My mind feels like it's about to explode. Looking down at the man beneath me in a daze, something surprising happens. His handsome face turns red as if his cheeks have transformed into apples. He stares at me with his bright, brown eyes, as if he's enduring pain, and his forehead is beaded with sweat. And then... he just passes out.

Confusion fills me. What just happened?

I lift my head and turn to Lucas, my face pale with worry. "Lucas, it was an accident, please believe me."

Lucas slightly opens his mouth, but quickly closes it, his expression stern.

Olivia, having recovered from the initial shock, voices her opinion disrespectfully. Pointing at me with a scowl on her face, she says, "Emily, how could you cheat on Lucas? You're engaged! How could you betray him like this?"

Have I really cheated on him?

I explain in a flustered manner, my face flushed, "I didn't cheat on him! Don't talk nonsense. Lucas, I don't even know this man. It's all a misunderstanding."

Lucas' expression becomes even gloomier. Through gritted teeth, he asks, "If so, then why are you dressed like this in front of a stranger?"

I've always been reserved when it comes to intimacy with him, and I have consistently refused to sleep with him. So, I can understand his reaction.

"I... I dressed like this for you. It's Valentine's Day, and I wanted to give you a surprise," I stammer, my voice trembling with emotion.

As I try to raise my upper body, I notice the buckles on my teddy have torn in the chest area, leaving me even more exposed than before. With people walking outside in the corridor, I quickly bend down to hide on the unconscious man again to avoid being seen almost completely naked.

Olivia turns her head away from me, facing Lucas, and accuses me bitterly, "Lucas, look at her. She's full of lies. She cheated on you like a shameless sl*t."

"Lucas, don't listen to her! This is all an accident. I don't know this gentleman at..." But before I could finish speaking, the man I was on top of threw me off and I groaned in pain as I hit the ground. Oh, come on, not again, I'm brought back to my surroundings when he grunts.

Oh. He's awake.

But now he's emitting an icy cold expression. After fixing his bathrobe, he stood up, his face still flushed and shining with perspiration. He gave me a complicated look that I couldn't decipher.

I'm still confused, but now is not the time to dwell on such matters. I turn to Lucas and urgently plead, "See? If I had an affair with him, he wouldn't have thrown me to the ground like that, right? Sir, please tell my fiancé that we don't know each other at all."

I look up at the man anxiously, still sitting on the floor, my shoulders trembling slightly. I tug at my torn coat to try and cover myself a little more, but it's unable to cover my fuller figure and torn lingerie.

The man narrows his eyes slightly as he looks at me. Then, to my surprise, he stretched out a hand to help me up. In one swift movement, he pulled me up took his suit jacket from the couch, placed it over me, and buttoned it up.

The jacket covers my exposed body and comes down to my knees, resembling a dress. At first, my arms are trapped inside the coat, but there's enough space for me to push my arms down the sleeves. My arms only reach three-quarters of the way down the sleeves, making me resemble a toddler wearing her mother's long-sleeve shirt. I unintentionally smile at the sight, despite the chaos unfolding around us. His actions seem very natural as if he's done it many times before. I'm truly astonished.

___ Nathaniel's POV ___

I don't know what just happened, but for the first time since being cursed, I can smell like a werewolf and not a darn human with a sinus problem.

The overwhelming amount of smells confuses both my wolf, Ace, and me. But there's something about her scent that is driving him insane, but he can't describe it, there is too much going on around here.

However, since we have never experienced such an intense sense of smell before, we can't fully comprehend everything.

The sight of her almost naked in front of other

men made me feel a strange desire to cover her up. It felt necessary to use something of my own to do so.

This fool, who I understand to be her fiancé, gives off a bad vibe. The bimbo with him, who is now desperately trying to get my attention, is starting to get on my nerves. She moves closer to me, puffing out her fake breasts and batting her eyes.

I notice Ethan standing just outside the room with his back turned towards us. Turning to the two individuals in front of us, I speak in a serious tone, "Please don't misunderstand, Emily and I are not acquainted."

The bimbo's excitement is extra visible when she hears that Emily and I are not acquainted. If she doesn't stop batting her eyes at me soon, they might fall out. She's getting on my nerves.

___ Emily's POV ___

I cringe. Why would he do that? I'm starting to think that the man did it on purpose. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned my name—it would only arouse more suspicion, right? Especially after he just dressed me in his jacket.

Lucas clearly didn't expect me to have an affair, especially not with such an outstanding man, and I'm sure he feels jealous. He responds to the man's comment, evidencing my thoughts when he said, "F*ck you! You liar! If you don't know each other, why do you know her name? Do you think I'm a fool?"

The man's handsome face contorted with disgust upon hearing Lucas' words. Indifferently, he says, "I didn't know what kind of person you were before, but after hearing you speak with such vulgarity, especially in front of a lady, I am certain you are indeed a fool."

Embarrassment flashes across Lucas' face, but it's quickly replaced with anger.

"That's rich coming from an adulterer like you," he retorts. Lucas steps forward with a clenched fist, angrily aiming a punch at the man. However, the man grabs his wrist with one hand, stopping his fist in its tracks. Lucas' face contorts in pain, and there's a loud snap as a bone breaks. This man is too powerful. Lucas doesn't stand a chance.

Lucas starts shouting, "Let... let go, let go of me!"

His face twists in pain, and his body contorts as the man forces his arm behind his back.

With a look of disgust, the man throws Lucas to the ground. Lucas clutches his broken arm, scrambling to stand up.

In an icy voice, the man warns Lucas, "If you don't want your other hand broken, get out of here with your woman!"

Pale and trembling, Lucas takes a step back upon hearing the man's words. With fake bravado, he replies, "You're too arrogant. Wait and see. Your day will come. I will get my revenge sooner or later!" Lucas, coming from a prominent family and having clout in the industry, often gets what he wants.

After his defiant speech, he glances at me fiercely and says, "Why are you still standing there? Aren't you leaving with me?"

Feeling a little confused, but not wanting to aggravate Lucas more, I step forward to leave with him. However, as I do, I feel a hand on my shoulder, gripping me tightly and pulling me back.

I look up and see that it's the man. So I asked him, "What's wrong?"

His face remains expressionless as he points towards Olivia. "I'm referring to her. Get out with your woman, the woman standing next to you."

Hearing his words, Olivia waves her hands and quickly explains, "Sir, you misunderstood. Emily is his woman, not me."

"Really?" He responds indifferently but with a hint of sarcasm. But his following sentence chokes me. "If you're not his girlfriend, why did you spend the day with him on Valentine's Day?"

Olivia looks dumbfounded and shocked upon hearing his question. She looks like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find the right words to respond.

When the reality of the man's insinuation hits me, I frown and ask, "He's right, Olivia. Why are you here? What are you doing with Lucas?"

Her voice drips with venom as she seethes, "It's none of your business. I can go wherever I want. Lucas, look. Emily says she loved you, but now she believes an outsider instead of you and me."

Lucas's face flashes with embarrassment, but he quickly covers it with anger again. He shouts angrily, "Let her stay here if she wants. I'm breaking up with her cheating ass anyway. Let's go!"

He then turns to Olivia, takes her hand in his left hand, and keeps his right hand firmly pressed against his chest as they walk away.

Feeling my life and the freedom I had imagined slipping through my fingers, I plead, "Lucas, listen to me. Things are not what you think..." I step forward, wanting to catch up with them, but the man's hand is still tightly clasped around my shoulder, preventing me from moving.

Confused, angry, sad, relieved—I feel a whirlwind of emotions that bring tears to my eyes. I turn around and snap at the man, "Sir, why are you stopping me? Please let me go."

He snorts, a strange look in his shining brown eyes, when he says, "Don't go chasing after other men when you're wearing my clothes."

What? Is he serious?

Angrily, I puff up my cheeks, push the sleeves of the jacket up, and begin to unbutton the suit jacket with trembling fingers, ready to return it to him. But then, I stop myself. If I take off his jacket now, I won't have anything else to wear in time to catch up with Lucas. My coat is torn, my other clothes are in the bedroom closet, and even my teddy is torn...

I can't chase after Lucas like that.