Her Cursed Alpha Mate

3

ALMOND

We entered the party, hand in hand, a smile adorning my lips. I felt a sense of relief and happiness as things seemed to be improving between Logan and me.

We had been invited to this event by one of Logan's friends, and he had insisted that I join him. So, here I was, dressed in a beautiful blue satin gown that gracefully reached my ankles. The dress had a subtle side slit, exposing just enough skin to be alluring without crossing any boundaries that might upset Logan.

The neckline was modest, not revealing too much cleavage, but still accentuating my features in a flattering way. At least, that's what I believed.

On Logan's arm, I noticed that he looked dashing in a creamy suit, with a blue shirt and matching creamy pants. His hair was neatly styled, adding to his charm.

As we walked further into the venue, which was a big hall adorned with elegant decorations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride being by his side. We felt like a genuine couple, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar feminine voice call out, "Oh, Logan!" I turned my head to see a dark-haired woman approaching us. She was wearing a pink gown that fell to her waist and flowed gracefully. The dress was off-the-shoulder, revealing more cleavage than I would have preferred.

Logan's face lit up with recognition as he let go of my hand and embraced her. "Betty!" he exclaimed with a bright smile.

And there it was, the pang of jealousy. Was it because she allowed him to embrace her with so much skin exposed? Or was it the fact that I yearned for his touch once again?

I patiently waited as they engaged in conversation, discussing work and reminiscing about the past. They exchanged stories about their individual lives, and throughout it all, Logan never once remembered to introduce me to her, or vice versa.

"Oh, pardon my manners," Logan finally realized, breaking away from their conversation. "Meet my wife, Almond," he said, gesturing towards me. I observed as her face lit up with surprise and delight.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed sweetly, stepping closer to give me a warm hug. "You look absolutely beautiful," she complimented, and I offered her a smile, thanking her.

"I never thought you would settle down with your playboy attitude," she teased, and he laughed heartily, the sound resonating through the air.

While I stood there like a statue, unable to fit into their conversation, the other party remained a stranger to me. After a few minutes, she bid her farewell and left.

His fingers didn't find mine this time, but we continued walking forward to find our seats. Along the way, we kept stopping to greet some of his female friends.

I watched with rapt attention and a tinge of jealousy as he pulled each one of them closer, hugging them. I couldn't help but roll my eyes every time he planted kisses on their cheeks.

My blood boiled with intensity as my fingers clutched onto my gown tightly, trying to restrain myself from leaning in and snapping their necks.

He was mine! Only I had the right to touch him or feel him.

Would it be too much to say that I was the only one allowed to talk to him?

I couldn't bear to stand there and listen to their conversation, but I did, I couldn't leave to avoid any issue with Logan. I had to endure whatever was going on in front of me. They laughed at practically everything he said, which annoyed me to no end.

What was it with females laughing at everything?

I briefly squeezed my eyes shut, trying to control my anger, only to open them again when his fingers found her palm, giving her a shake.

Just when I thought we were finally free to go, when the last of them had left, he stumbled upon another person, Marcus, one of his Playboy gang members. They both had a shady past that I wasn't willing to delve into.

"Give me a minute," I informed him, my voice barely audible.

My heart clenched, making it hard to breathe. I knew I might pass out any minute now.

Without waiting for a response, I stepped away.

************

The air outside was chilly, but it failed to alleviate my anger and frustration. The realization that he had once been involved with those she-wolves only fueled my anger further.

In a fit of rage, I let out a piercing scream, my nails digging into my skin, causing pain to course through me. However, the agony I felt in my heart overshadowed it all.

Images of him with her flashed through my mind, the echoes of her moans and his grunts ringing in my ears.

He has changed.

He belongs to me now.

He loves me, just me.

I whispered into the air, hoping it would somehow bring me solace.

After countless attempts to reassure myself that I was the only she-wolf he loved, I finally found some relief. Though it was not entirely necessary, I felt slightly better. The tightness in my chest began to subside. Taking a deep breath, I made my way back inside to rejoin the others.

However, when I entered, Logan was nowhere to be found. He no longer stood where I had left him. My eyes scanned the room, desperately searching for a glimpse of him. Still, he was nowhere to be seen.

I noticed Marcus conversing with some of the she-wolves, but Logan was absent. Perhaps, he had gone in search of me, or maybe he needed to use the restroom.

Whichever the case, it meant I had to search harder. I needed to find him too.

As I took another step forward, a sharp pain pierced through my stomach. It was sudden and intense, as if claws were tearing into me, attempting to extract my organs.

The pain became unbearable, spreading throughout my entire being. I bit my lower lip to stifle a scream, but the agony only intensified with each passing moment. My body trembled, my heart constricted, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

I bent over slightly, clutching my gown tightly, while my teeth drew blood from my lip. I could taste the metallic tang.

HELP!

I whispered, shutting my eyes tightly for what felt like an eternity. Although I knew no one would come to my rescue.

I knew he was at it again, despite his promises of change. He had made me believe it was all about us now.

But no!

He had lied!

Just minutes after stepping out, he was already with another she-wolf.

The pain intensified with every thrust he took.

Each pleasurable thrust he gave to her was like a torment to my skin, it burned deep into me.

As his mate, I could feel it all, my stomach aching badly.

I rested my palm on it, hoping that my innocent baby wouldn't be affected by his father's actions. By this monster's actions.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I didn't want to cause a scene because I suspected that this wasn't going to end anytime soon.

Despite fearing that the pain might overcome me, I managed to stand upright and staggered away from the event.

My legs gave out halfway, but I was glad that I was far away from the others. I let out painful sobs.

I despised him.

I hated him for doing this to me.

More tears fell as I struggled to catch my breath. Every inhalation and exhalation was excruciating, but I knew I couldn't give up now.

Placing my palm on my stomach again, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for this phase to pass quickly.

Finally, it stopped. After an indefinite number of seconds. The pain subsided. It was faint, not as agonizing as before.

It only meant that he had stopped. They were done having s*x.

That monster!

I gathered myself, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand to erase any trace of tears.

Groaning as I stood up, I straightened my gown with my palms and headed back inside, I had a fake smile on my face. I was going to push his betrayal at the back of my mind, just tonight.

I spotted him. My gaze fixed on him. Beside him was a blonde, the one I suspected he had slept with.

Thoughts of how she moaned his name played across my mind. My anger resurfaced, but I reined it in before it could consume me.

"Babe!" he called out, taking steps toward me. "Where were you? I searched everywhere for you." He lied.

I held back a scoff. I resisted the urge to scream in his face that he was a liar.

"Just feeling a bit nauseous," I lied too.

But was it really a lie?

I twisted the truth a little.

He nodded in response, then leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I felt irritated. The same lips he used on her. Maybe on her p***y.

I wanted to wipe it off, but I didn't. I didn't want to give him any reason to suspect, so I forced a smile.

"We should sit," I managed to say with a smile on my face, knowing full well that tonight, I had to leave. I