Demon Alpha's Human Mate (Destined to Kill the Bride)

There was an uproar in a certain stadium as the crowd cheered without cease. They all seemed to be applauding a being that was called upon on stage.

The celebrity paced through a red carpet that led from the exit to the stage. He glared as the applause kept residing.

He wore a Williams Westcott that cost $78,000. His wristwatch glowed in accordance to the flashlights that stormed repeatedly at him. It was a golden wristwatch worth $10,000. The black chukka shoe he wore fit his slender leg perfectly.

He was tall and with elegant beauty.

Everyone couldn't stop screaming the celebrity's name as he walked towards the stage. He gave a wry smile that made him look cute. He drove his fallen hair to the back and adjusted his sunglasses properly.

Hands tried to catch his cloth, while flowers flung around him and papers ordering for autograph kept persuading the star to touch them. He was indeed a special star.

As soon as he reached the podium, he took out a rose from his pocket and kissed it. Then he stretched the rose to his fans to lure their attention.

The rose was released into the air, hands stretched up to catch it. The rose escaped the hands of many and rejected most but, as it has been raised again due to the dragging of fans for it, it rested on the hand of a young lady.

"MMM!" She muttered from her sleep as she positioned herself to face her window.

The sun shone through her window and rested on her face. She groaned and jerked up from the bed. It was so surprising how sleeping beauty woke up earlier than ever.

Usually the old alarm fulfilled the duty of waking her up, but now, it was broken.

Who would have thought that her prince charming woke her from the dream? Of course, it was Evan, her celebrity crush whom she was dreaming about and eventually, she had an interview at his company that very day.

She rubbed her eyes with her arms and stretched her body to fully wakeup.

The young lady had set up her dress and make up items to look dashing

In a spur of a moment, she dashed into the bathroom, washed up and paced out quickly with a bathrobe on and within seconds.

Emily is a beautiful young woman of twenty nine years old. She believes she is an independent woman even though she barely fends for herself. That is because she has her parents to sought for her.

She was fair in skin and had a pretty long dark hair. Her eyes were black in color and they did not fail to reveal her beauty.

She was of a medium height but had large boobs and butt.

Emily hummed a song as she crossed checked her things, certainly something was missing, it was a shoe of hers, on a day like this how can a shoe be missing? It was the only nice shoe she had, and she had made sure to polish it the previous day.

Her story would have just been like Cinderella's, only that there was no prince charming who held back her shoe.

A groan escaped her lips as she gave in to the situation on the ground, "searching for her missing shoe" which could cause a delay.

For the first time in her life, she was certain of her earliness to the interview, but now it looks like that certainty was turning to disappointment.

Her hiss was angrier than her search, for it was loud.

It took a while to find her shoe which she did at almost half pastime, without wasting time she put on the shoes and went off the road.

" Wait a minute! Everyone is staring at me" She said after noticing the people gazing at her. She swallowed hard when she noticed she still had a towel rapped around her chest and hair.

She held her breath firm not to lose out, but at a point, she couldn't control herself any longer, and she gave into her persisting nature of yelling.

Emily quickly rolled off her towel as soon as she got into the room, she wore a purple rosette gown that didn't even rhyme with her blue shoe, let alone her

silver purse.

She wasn't the fashion type, and so everything she wore was accepted by her.

One would wonder why she had chosen makeup artist for a profession, for she wasn't good at fashion, but that was her own business alone.

Emily rushed out for the second time and ran through the street quickly. This time, the people's gaze rose than before. Many must have been wondering what was up with her.

Her face applied different colors of makeup and the lipstick which happened to be red had crossed boundary looking for a space at her cheek.

She struggled to get a taxi, but it seemed none stopped by, despite insisting on paying for double seats.

She got exhausted and decided to run forward, but her stiletto which she wore, cut making the poor Emily fall to the floor. She managed to get up but still determined to go on, that was supposed to be the best day of her life, and they were no way She was letting it slip away like that.

Tears gradually rolled down Emily's cheeks as she saw that it was going to rain. The pregnant sky as though waiting for Emily's signal showered its terror upon her unmerciful, as though against her appointment.

Emily wept bitterly, seeing the consistent rain increasing, if only they had faces she could slap.

It was a good thing she found a good spot to shelter. Although the roof seeped.

She deepened her hands into her purse and brought out her phone. The phone had little cracks on its screen that showed that it was pretty old.

"Hello" she spoke into the phone.

"I've been waiting" The recipient responded.

"Please sir, there was an emergency I needed to attend to" She complained.

"Do you know how many people lined up here at my office, I'm only doing this for you because I know you, you should get here within a minute, or you'll not be hired" The recipient hanged up after yelling through the phone.

Emily bowed her head against her knees in the squatting position which she stayed, tears popped out her eyes as though trapped all along. This was her only moment to see her dream crush.

Her makeup wore off as her tears took over her face, giving her a terrible look.

"Oh my Evan" she called his name, it was the name of her crush. Although popularly called 'EV' She preferred Evan, she had her whole rooms decorated with the pictures of Evan, most of which appeared to be nude, showing everything his clothes had tried to hide.

She had always tagged herself his biggest fan, for she knew most things about him, except that which the internet never exposed.

She'd definitely kill herself if that contract wasn't giving to her. How could she spare her night only to be disappointed the following day?

As she paced through the road, she thought of nothing more than her interview.

There was an uproar in a certain stadium as the crowd cheered without cease. They all seemed to be applauding a being that was called upon on stage.

The celebrity paced through a red carpet that led from the exit to the stage.

He wore a Williams Westcott that cost $78,000. His wristwatch glowed in accordance to the flashlights that stormed repeatedly at him. It was a golden wristwatch worth $10,000. The black chukka shoe he wore fit his slender leg perfectly.

Everyone couldn't stop screaming the celebrity's name as he walked towards the stage. He gave a wry smile that made him look cute. He drove his fallen hair to the back and adjust his sunglasses properly.

Hands tried to catch his cloth, while flowers flung around him and papers ordering for autograph kept persuading the star.

As soon as he reached the podium, he took out a rose from his pocket and kissed it. Then he stretched the rose to his fans to lure their hands.

As soon as the rose was released into the air, hands stretched up to catch it. The rose escaped the hands of many and rejected most but as it has been raised again due to the dragging of fans for it, it rested on the hand of a young lady.

"MMM!" She muttered from her sleep as she positioned herself to face her window.

The sun shone through her window and rested on Emily's face. She groaned and jerked up from the bed. It was so surprising how sleeping beauty woke up earlier than ever.

Usually the old alarm fulfilled the duty of waking her up, but now, it was broken.

Who would have thought that her prince charming woke her from the dream? Of course, it was Evan, her celebrity crush whom she had been dying to see and eventually had an interview at his company that very day.

She had set up her dress and make up items to look dashing

In a spur of a moment, she dashed into the bathroom, washed up and paced out quickly with a bathrobe on and within seconds.

She kept on humming a song as she crossed checked her things, certainly something was missing, it was a shoe of hers, on a day like this how can a shoe be missing? It was the only nice shoe she had, and she had made sure to polish it the previous day.

Her story would have just been like Cinderella's, only that there was no prince charming who held back her shoe.

A groan escaped her lips as she gave in to the situation on the ground, "searching for her missing shoe" which could cause a delay.

For the first time in her life, she was certain of her earliness to the interview, but now it looks like that certainty was turning to disappointment.

Her hiss was angrier than her search, for it was loud.

It took a while to find her shoe which she did at almost half pastime, without wasting time she put on the shoes and went off the road.

" Wait a minute! Everyone is staring at me" She said after noticing the people gazing at her. She swallowed hard when she noticed she still had a towel rapped around her chest and hair.

She held her breath firm not to lose out, but at a point, she couldn't control herself any longer, and she gave into her persisting nature of yelling.

Emily quickly rolled off her towel as soon as she got into the room, she wore a purple rosette gown that didn't even rhyme with her blue shoe, let alone her

silver purse.

She wasn't the fashion type, and so everything she wore was accepted by her.

One would wonder why she had chosen makeup artist for a profession, for she wasn't good at fashion, but that was her own business alone.

Emily rushed out for the second time and ran through the street quickly. This time, the people's gaze rose than before. Many must have been wondering what was up with her.

Her face applied different colors of makeup and the lipstick which happened to be red had crossed boundary looking for a space at her cheek.

She struggled to get a taxi, but it seemed none stopped by, despite insisting on paying for double seats.

She got exhausted and decided to run forward, but her stiletto which she wore, cut making the poor Emily fall to the floor. She managed to get up but still determined to go on, that was supposed to be the best day of her life, and they were no way She was letting it slip away like that.

Tears gradually rolled down Emily's cheeks as she saw that it was going to rain. The pregnant sky as though waiting for Emily's signal showered its terror upon her unmerciful, as though against her appointment.

Emily wept bitterly, seeing the consistent rain increasing, if only they had faces she could slap.

It was a good thing she found a good spot to shelter. Although the roof seeped.

She deepened her hands into her purse and brought out her phone. The phone had little cracks on its screen that showed that it was pretty old.

"Hello" she spoke into the phone.

"I've been waiting" The recipient responded.

"Please sir, there was an emergency I needed to attend to" She complained.

"Do you know how many people lined up here at my office, I'm only doing this for you because I know you, you should get here within a minute, or you'll not be hired" The recipient hanged up after yelling through the phone.

Emily bowed her head against her knees in the squatting position which she stayed, tears popped out her eyes as though trapped all along. This was her only moment to see her dream crush.

Her makeup wore off as her tears took over her face, giving her a terrible look.

"Oh my Evan" she called his name, it was the name of her crush. Although popularly called 'EV' She preferred Evan, she had her whole rooms decorated with the pictures of Evan, most of which appeared to be nude, showing everything his clothes had tried to hide.

She had always tagged herself his biggest fan, for she knew most things about him, except that which the internet never exposed.

She'd definitely kill herself if that contract wasn't giving to her. How could she spare her night only to be disappointed the following day?

As she paced through the road, she thought of nothing more than her interview.

After walking for meters, she fainted on sighting a car that drove near.

After walking for meters, she fainted on sighting a car that drove near.

Start near.

After walking for meters, she fainted on sighting a car that drove near.

The howl of wolves could be heard in a deserted woods. Smokes equate from the area, giving sight of a dead creature laying on the floor.

It was a full blood moon and so the werewolves were supposed to be having their usual blood feast. But it seemed that tragedy had befallen their clan as their alpha lay dead on the ground.

A feast cannot be held without him, and so it was important that he'd be brought back to life.

The werewolves formed a circle around their dead heir as a Luna walked into the circle, within a moment, the dead heir was revived, and the Luna died in his place.

They were shouts of joy from the werewolves' clan as they saw their alpha strong again. Although they were warned that his health won't last, not until he brings a human heart, a human that shared feelings for him in order to replace the life of his better half who laid dead on the floor.

***

The dark cloud paved way for the rays of sunshine that hid for long.

Emily came out slowly from a car, she looked dull, her eyes weary and heavy, she had gone too late for the long awaited audition and wasn't even given a chance to showcase her talent.

She bowed to the driver in appreciation to say thanks, since she was too dumbfounded to say it in words.

She forced her door open with her foot and dragged her feet into her apartment. It was as dirty and tattered as always, the bed that stayed close to the window had magazines piled up on it, though the house was of a room, it was large enough for two, but she lived alone. Her waste bin was on the floor, it carried all kinds of finished goods and packages. While her actual waste bin held her worn shoes.

One would wonder if a human lived in that house, but luckily for her, she expects no visitors. Although a friend of hers visits once in a blue moon.

A friend of hers from college. Who would ever want to keep Emily as a friend, a boring person like her.

Emily swiped down the magazines from the bed and rolled on the bed, she groaned on seeing a leftover magazine on the bed.

The magazine had Evan's pictures as its cover photo. She hissed at the same time admiring his picture, she relentlessly flipped the pages of the magazine and laughed at any attractive image.

"It's so bad I didn't get to see you, Hun! She said sadly, squeezing her mouth tightly, she realized she had eaten nothing yet and was feeling hungry.

She took to her little kitchen and looked for what would suite her taste.

After contemplating for a long, she also took a milkshake from the fridge and went back to the bed.

***

"Sir! The auditions have been taken, these are the results" a voice spoke, handing over some pictures to a being who sat on a seat located in a large office.

"I don't like any of these makeups" The being mentioned after swiping through the pictures.

The messenger signed in disappointment, he pondered over why finding a makeup artist had to be difficult. This is the fifth time Evan would be acquiring a new makeup artist in a month, and on countless times altogether. No one seems to know the actual reason why all his makeup artists quit after working a week or a month with him, and no one gets in touch with them after resigning.

The messenger took the pictures from Evan's hands and turned to leave, "we'll give another audition tomorrow, he informed, taking his leave".

Evan relaxed his back on his chair, he hummed no song in particular, but took a brief look at his schedule that said he had an appointment at that time. He got up and made for the door. He had escorts accompanying him as he prevailed forward.

Furthermore, he stocked his goggles to his eyes, making him look more serious as he walked like a gentle man.

Evan was loved by all ladies for the handsome look he exhibited, the sky - colored eyes and smooth skin were the first noticeable part for all ladies, and then his six abs and large cock that never stay hidden no matter the outfit he wore, even some men fell for these parts. His pretty dark hair that reached his shoulder length also gave the vibes.

Most guys don't keep hairs, but this celebrity does. Being tall and huge made his personality suit him.

It seems rather difficult to get him off one's mind, some even called him Mr. Perfect. It is the dream for every lady to have him as a boyfriend and an even bigger dream to share a bed with him.

Evan was driven off in a Bugatti and lead out of the company.

***

The vibration of her phone made her sleep an uneasy one. Emily picked up the phone and answered in annoyance, she wasn't desiring calls after what had happened to her earlier that day, she had likely given up trying to gain a job in Evan's industry.

The call she received had actually pulled her back together. She was informed that the interview would commence the next day again.

Her joy knew no end, this was definitely another chance for her, maybe she was really destined for Evan as posed to outsiders.

This time around, she was more determined not to make mistakes.

She screamed aloud and rolled over her bed severally, and then she began arranging all the scattered magazines on the bed and tidying up the house. For the first time in her life, Emily saw the urge to live in a clean apartment, which she wasn't used to.

"What if her crush decides to visit her home some day?" Emily giggled childishly to her thought and decided to arrange her dress for the next day.

Emily stood still in a queue that had up to one hundred candidates. An audition for makeup artist? This is the first celebrity who has ever done such. He posed that he needed a qualified artist that could create a different picture of a beast.

He should have just taken one of his co-stars makeup artists , but no, he chose to provide this opportunity to the public.

Emily was devastated after arriving as early as seven in the morning, she got candidate forty despite arriving that early.

The gossips of Evan kept the people alive, else many would have given up and left. Many confessed that they were only there to see him, while others made it known they were only there for the money.

Emily's mind was clear her intentions were also made known, she wasn't only they to see what he looked like but

also work as his artist.

For hours did everyone waited until Evan entered the company.

It was a good thing they were given sits to seat, else the wrath of the people would be showered upon the receptionist.

At the sight of Evan's presence, many ladies fainted, others screamed in excitement, while the voices of men roared his name. Videos of his movement were quickly taken to prove they had seen him. No one saw his face due to reporters that covered him.

Evan was really an icon to love, after hitting the best award in the most popular film of the year, "Love at moon light" the romantic film kept interested in watching more of his movies. Evan had also won many awards in the past that left him popular, it's no wonder the world hales his name as one of the most celebrities.

The line kept moving swiftly, people returned crying after walking out of that room.

They even heard a lady screaming, escaping from the office of Evan. The lady seemed to be confessing her love for Evan, she claimed it was difficult to sleep at night without seeing his pictures, she also confessed that she divorced her husband in order for her to be there. She was reluctant to leave the office, she even prepared to create a sin, as she forced herself on the Evan.

The people have already drawn closer to the door to hear everything properly.

After a while, the lady was carried out by security and was thrown outside like a cabbage.

Emily gulped saliva at the sight of the lady's sudden destination. She saw others doing the same too.

She will have to control her feelings at all cost, or she kisses her golden opportunity goodbye.

"Next! A voice roared from inside, making Emily tremble. She took to her heels in response to the call.

"Good day, I am Greg" a being introduced. He sat at a table that separated him from Emily.

Emily felt discouraged after seeing the being in front of her. Her expectations were to see Evan, nevertheless, she had to pass the interview, else they won't be a chance to see her crush Evan.

She monitored the obese man before her and kept calm in order not to laugh.

There was a formal introduction between the interviewer and the interviewee, in which the job was explained in detail. A man sat adjacent to them, which she is to make up to look like a human. His g face had scars that made him appear as though he were a monster.

She took a deep breath in and wiggled her hands. She reached out for the makeup kit and began making over the face of the fellow.

A sneeze came from another room inside that made Emily's handshake. That resulted in a big mistake in her makeup and she was asked to leave.

Like the lady earlier, Emily poured her feelings, she asked for another chance, claiming she made a mistake.

She begged to see Evan at least before leaving, but the chance was never given to her.

***

Emily sat at the bar with eyes weary as a dead frog. She had just finished three bottles of beer and was going for the fourth, she couldn't help her emotions out. Her tears were noticeable. Even the barman, consoled her by advising that too much beer was highly reactive.

Emily gave heed to no advice, she was determined to finish a whole crate of beer, having lost an interview for a slight mistake.

"I hate you! She yelled, referring to no one at the bar in particular. She gulped her beer quickly and sniffed her nose in.

"Another beer please" she alerted the barman.

This time, she began pouring out her feelings before the alcohol.

Emily drank the bottles content with bereft, and fell asleep afterward.

Minutes later, the barman woke The Sleeping Beauty from her slumber. She muttered in her sleep as though speaking in tongues.

The barman got confused and carried her out himself. He wiggled her hard to wake up after reaching out.

He left her at the verge of the street, feeling too afraid of carrying a stranger home.

Emily's legs staggered on the street, she walked like a drunkard, besides she was really drunk. She kept on reciting Evan's name, without cease.

Her repeated laugh gave an impression she was mad. She wasn't on the right part and so, she ran into bad guys.

They were three of them, and all staggered because they were equally drunk.

Her purse was taken from her by one of them, and she was pushed to the floor and led to rest there.

Another pulled his jean to mount on her while she gibbered "help".

Her feeble hands tried to execute justice for herself, but however, she was overpowered.

She found her fainting voice, aggrandizing the call for help.

A hand from the middle of nowhere pulled the raper off Emily and handed over a punch to his face, which led into a fight between the three gangs against the helper.

Emily's eyes glided at the sudden intervener, and she was able to take a glimpse of him.

He wore a dark hood, but still, yet his mickle muscles were not hidden.

He was fast, she couldn't get a proper look at him.

In a brink of a moment, he was gone. Leaving the three harassers dead on the floor before Emily.