The Beta's Cursed Mate

The Beginning

He was different, all-consuming. Everything that I ever dreamed of in one person.

I wasn’t new to dating, but I hadn’t had a relationship since high school, and that lasted only a few months. Back then I was more desperate for a relationship then than I was interested in the person.

Since then, I casually dated, sometimes even for a few months but nothing compared to this.

From the moment I saw him and made eye contact with me I felt like he was looking for me and had been for some time.

I’ve never seen anyone with such effortless confidence, it was like he understood me and knew that I would be his. I never thought that I would have a chance with someone like him and here he was pursuing me.

Women around him seemed to follow him with their lust-hazed eyes while men eyed him with a mix of jealousy and appreciation. I bathed in their looks knowing that he only had eyes for me.

I craved him. I needed to be around him.

I fell hard, harder than I thought possible for someone that I didn’t really know. It felt magical, I was finally getting something that I never dared to dream for myself, something that I have only seen in movies but life never compared.

I noticed his confidence, the way he stood, how everyone seemed to hang on to his words, and how he absolutely commanded a room before I even got a chance to look at him. I was hooked from the start.

His midnight black hair was stark against his light gray eyes.

They used to feel comforting like rain on a window curled up with a good book.

Now, they just felt like a storm.