Claimed By The Cursed Alpha

Olivia's POVMy anxiety continued to rise as I waited in my room, my fingers trembling nervously while my heart threatened to break out of my chest. It had already been two hours since Michael, my fiance, had left the house, and he was yet to be back. Today was our wedding day, and we were supposed to drive to the church together. "Has he abandoned me? Have I really been dumped on my wedding day?" I questioned myself while I bit down furiously on my nails. No! That's not it, it can't possibly be true. He was probably held up in traffic or something, there was no way he would abandon me on our wedding day. But then again, Michael had never really said that he loved me, I wasn't even sure if he was my mate. My parents wanted to be recognized by the royal family so badly that they had given me up to the Alpha's son the moment an opportunity showed up. We had gotten engaged, and the entire kingdom already knew about our wedding. It was the biggest event of the decade, and everybody was

Olivia's POV I wasn't exactly surprised by the fact that this stranger was my mate. I had never felt a bond between Michael and I, our relationship had an entirely forced one, and a part of me was grateful that I had caught the real him before our wedding. My heart still felt heavy, and no matter how much I tried to shake away the feeling, I just couldn't. I had been betrayed by the only person I trusted in the entire world, and I had no idea how I was going to move on from that. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?" The stranger who had saved me inquired as his eyes carefully examined my body. I didn't reply to him, I was still confused, and my head wouldn't stop aching. "Where am I?" I asked as my eyes failed to recognize my immediate environment. "I brought you to my home. Since we're mates, I figured it's best we—" he paused, as though he didn't want to go through with the next words. I had an idea of what he had in mind, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear it either. He

Olivia's POV I glared at Damian with shock in my eyes, unsure if I had heard correctly, or if he was playing some sort of prank with me. Surely this man wasn't engaged to someone else, and also planned to get mated to me? He was nice and all, but I wasn't going to settle down for his second choice."Martha, this is Olivia, my mate and wife to be." Damian bragged with confidence before gently pushing the lady glued to him off his body. I felt a wave of jealousy hit me as he pulled her away. She was really something else, but I couldn't blame her, she probably didn't know that I was Damian's mate until now.."Mate? How? What about us? What about me?" Martha inquired, tears slowly gathering in her eyes. She was clearly a drama queen, and her little act had begun to pull attention towards us."I'm sorry Martha," Damian apologized calmly. He inched closer to me and took my hand in his. "The moon goddess has finally blessed me, I'm hoping she blesses you as well." Damian didn't say anythi

Olivia's POV "Who do you think you are?" She asked in a menacing tone as she approached me. I stared at her with a confused look in my eyes. I had no idea what she meant by that question, and I was going through an internal conflict just trying to figure out what she meant. "I don't understand. Is there something I did wrong—" She cut me off with a slap to the face. Her hands circled my throat, and forcefully she pinned me to the wall. I was an omega, compared to this woman, I was nothing but a weakling. I struggled, but her grip was strong, and she was steadily squeezing air out of my lungs. "Your whole existence is wrong! You're not going to steal him away from me! Damian is mine and mine alone!" She yelled out while her grip continued to tighten every passing second. I had no idea who she was, but one thing I was sure of was that she was crazy. "I'm going to give you two options, either kill yourself or run away from here before morning. If I catch a whiff of you here

Damian's POV We walked to the room that had been specially prepared for us. Tradition demanded that we consummate our marriage on the first night, but I had no intention of keeping to that tradition. I was not going to touch Olivia, not until she was ready and comfortable with me. The glow of candlelight greeted us as we walked into the room, casting a warm auburn color on everything it touched.. The air was thick with the rich scent of flowers, providing a serene atmosphere that resembled that of a garden.The bed was adorned with a cascade of delicate rose petals, their deep red contrasting beautifully with the soft, cream-colored linens. The petals formed a path from the door to the bed, as though inviting us into its softness.Tall, elegant candles were placed strategically around the room, their soft flames flickering in the low light, adding a sense of intimacy. They filled the room with a subtle fragrance—something sweet, yet with a deeper, more alluring undertone. The heavy