My Cursed Mate

Ingrid kept her distance from the man who had been watching her. The revelation that her beloved was none other than Cerulean’s Alpha left her surprised. Like wolves, vampires also have their own soul mates, whom they call their beloved. However, there were some significant differences. Unlike werewolves, who have their mates chosen for them, vampires fall in love with the first person they choose, and that love becomes eternal.

They may choose to start a relationship but that doesn’t mean that the person they were in a relationship with would turn out to be their beloved. Their approach to love is quite human-like. They were free to explore relationships until they encounter their true match especially because they were immortal. Ingrid never imagined nor anticipated that her beloved would turn out to be a werewolf, a twist of fate she never dreamed.

It would be a lie if she never thought of having her beloved too. Like any young vampires, she dreamed of meeting him, attending every social gathering hosted by their coven and other covens. However, despite her efforts, none of the eligible bachelors piqued her interest. She attempted conversations with them, yet there was no spark, an instant connection that would at least let her know that the other was someone who could be potentially her destined one. Now, she understood why.

“As much as I want to talk about us, this is not the right time,” Ingrid hissed. “Your brother is missing and my friend is distraught.”

“I know but if I can bite you now, there would be no problems later on.” Megrez’s instincts were urging him to mark the woman.

After his much needed run, Megrez decided to return to the pack house and call Evos once again. His rage finally managed to calm down and now it was time to find his brother. He changed back into his human form. He located the stash of clothes hidden within the woods and dressed himself. His stride was measured, neither hurried nor leisurely, as he made his way back to the pack house.

An enticing and alluring scent tickled his senses the nearer he got to the pack house. His wolf that remained silent through the return journey started to get restless. Someone inside the house was giving off a scent that was starting to make him lose control.

“Mate…” The growl was almost inhumane and alerted the pack members who were outside of the pack house.

Rick who just came out heard this one word and was surprised. His initial shock quickly transformed into joy, yet before they could celebrate, they had to avoid encountering the Alpha first. Any werewolves who have found their mate becomes highly sensitive right on the spot. One misstep and they might take you as an enemy even if you were a member of their own pack. He promptly signaled for the others to stay away.

Megrez was in his own world. All of his senses were directed at the direction where the scent was coming from. He hurried into the pack house, walking up the stairs to the second floor and forcefully opening the door where Evos and the others were gathered.

The moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew that she was his. His eyes completely turned gold and all he wanted to do was to take the woman in his embrace and make her his. All of his instincts were screaming at him to take her.

“I’m an Alpha.” His growl became even more animalistic as he took a step forward to approach the woman.

This statement made Ingrid raise an eyebrow, “And? Does that matter? I’m also the leader of my coven. In my own right, I am equal to you. If you won’t stay down, then forget about me becoming your mate.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Megrez did not like the woman’s tone and her words. His wolf was regarding the woman’s words as disrespect to him. “You don’t have a choice!” It only made him angrier.

Ingrid smirk and flashed her fangs. “I do. Even if you are the Alpha of this pack, I have the right to reject you as I am not a werewolf. It’s you who don’t have a choice.”

Another deep growl but her words managed to stop him from approaching her. Ingrid’s grin widened when she saw the man stopping on his tracks.

“Why don’t you calm down first and I’ll give you a price, how about that?” She tilted her head to the side and looked at Megrez.

With no other options at hand, Megrez turned around with his eyes closed as he tried to calm his wolf. His mind turned into a battlefield as his wolf did not want to stop.

*** “Just mark her already! What are you waiting for? Are you being a coward?” his wolf was shouting over him that he couldn’t get out a word.

*** “Please stop. You already heard her, do you want her to reject us because of your recklessness?” Megrez was getting annoyed.

*** “That’s why you should mark her already!” he insisted but Megrez would not relent.

His head was about to explode at all the screaming and growling his wolf was making. His forehead furrowed and sweat started to trickle down the side of his face. Megrez’s wolf was truly an embodiment of the arrogance of an alpha.

Ingrid observed the man’s struggle with a shake of her head. This inner conflict within werewolves was something she couldn’t quite grasp-how their human and wolf sides often clashed. How could these opposing personalities coexist within the same body?

Silently, she approached the man and stood before him, her presence a calm contrast to his turmoil. Ingrid gently wrapped her hand around his neck and drew herself closer to him, interrupting Megrez’s turbulent thoughts as he snapped his eyes open to find her face so close, tempting him. He could just move his face and he would be able to taste those lips.

Megrez’s mind raced with desire, yet Ingrid’s words and touch anchored him to restraint. He summoned every ounce of self-control, his body tense with clenched fists and gritted teeth, determined not to act rashly or offend the woman before him.

“Let me help you,” Ingrid whispered in his ear.

The woman then opened her mouth and without warning, bit down on the man’s neck. Her fangs easily punctured the skin as she drew blood from him. Ingrid sucked his blood and did not stop until she was satisfied.