Mated To The Celebrity Alpha

Deja's POV:

We are parked in front of the record label. Lily, Paula and I, my closest friends and roommates. They insisted on driving me to my new job after many months of searching and even though at first, I was hesitant, I later realized that I couldn't have done it without their emotional support. Because right now, I'm dwindling in nervousness.

"Deja love, you can do this. Go make all our dreams come true." Lily cheered me on as I was still hesitating if I should step out from the car or already call it a quit without starting my first day at my new job.

"My nerves are killing me. You guys know that I'll be able to meet freaking Fay Darrow, right? The god of music, beauty and sexiness." I asked both my friends, Lily and Paula, who also happened to be big fans of Fay Darrow. One of the biggest singers in the world.

They both nodded their heads in response with a sheepish grin on their faces.

"And you both know just exactly how much I'll be affected by his presence, like this is going to be more real than ever?" I asked them again.

"The more reason you can't chicken out. You're going to meet our big daddy, and bring back sweet gist for us. You're going to let him know that we're the best omega trios in the world that are very much capable of carrying his pups, yeah?" Paula, the most level headed and less delusional of us said to me making me widen my mouth in surprise.

"What? Don't act surprised. He's the only Alpha for us. So you better slay this job and bring back good news." Paula added, making me burst into a small laughter at my friend's craziness.

Actually, the three of us are the same. We are crazy and delusional but it's all fun. The kind of love a fan has for their celebrity crush. No harm except the fantasies and imaginations that aren't in any shade of innocence.

"OK, Paula. The mother hen that has gone bad. I will do my best for the team." I say to her with a smile. "I'm just scared that I'll mess up. It's my first time working as an assistant manager for a huge celebrity like him. Even this skyscraper building already looks intimidating. And with what my job entails, I'm going to be working with him sometimes." I was ranting, and it was increasing my nervousness level.

"Deja," Lily called in an endearing tone. She pumped her apple scent into the air which instantly did the magic of calming me. The air in the car now smelled like a freshly baked apple pie. I exhaled loudly in the sheer relief her scent caused me. "Paula and I believe in you. You should do the same and trust your capability to do this job. Remember how hectic and difficult the interview process was and at the end, you were chosen because you were perfect for the job. That manager saw the potential in you so stop being scared and nervous. You can do this." She finished and pulled me into a hug. The three of us were seated in the back seat.

"Yes baby, you can do this. Just look at the bright side. You finally got a job and you also get to meet Day in real life." Paula said, then joined the hug. Their mixed scents engulfed my wholeness and calmed my nerves even more.

I know I will be smelling of their scents for a while. Paula also had a mild scent just like Lily and I, it was vanilla cream. Omegas are known to have very sweet and heady scents but we were different. But mine was on the sweeter side. I have a raspberry scent. And it intensifies based on my mood.

It's the same for everyone's scent to change depending on their mood. When someone is angry, their scents get on the bitter or sour side and when happy or horny, it gets sweeter, heady and alluring like a freshly cooked food or freshly crushed fruit.

"Thanks guys. You two have been so wonderful to me. I'm so grateful for all you've done for me and still doing for me." I said to them after we broke the hug.

"That's why we are friends. We should be each other's support system in any way. And we most importantly love you. We're like sisters from different parents so there's no need to thank us. You'd do the same for us." Paula said to me in a soft tone and I almost melted from the sweet love.

"Yes, Paula is right. Now get your pretty round ass out of the car or you're going to be really late on your first day at work." Lily claps her hand, she was not a big fan of being sappy so her action and words made me laugh.

"See you guys at home. Love you." I grabbed my bag and finally stepped out of the car.

They put their heads out of the car and waved me off as I walked into the building, mustering up my courage.

I was ready for this job. And I was ready to start a new chapter of my life.

The moment I got to the front desk, I was directed to the manager's office to sign some documents including a non-disclosure agreement, shortened as N D A. They are meant for me not to disclose whatever goes on in the company to outsiders, especially crucial things and personal information. There will be legal actions taken against me if I breach the agreement.

Many papers later, I was so ready to start my work for the day but the manager, An Alpha female werewolf named Martha Conrad, told me I needed a tour around the building so I could know how to navigate my way around.

"Wait here, your senior will come take you around. She is a beta human but her scent isn't as mild as yours. That's one of the reasons we hired you because there's a lot of Alpha on our team, Fay's team. We needed a balance to the scents because it was getting overwhelming. And I'm very sure your raspberry scent will blend in so well and give it some of that balance we need." Martha informed me, making me feel heat rise up to my cheeks.

"Thanks for telling me. I'm glad to be of help." I said to her, happy that I can be of help to my precious Fay Darrow.

Martha waved me off and left me sitting in the lounge in her office. I only had to wait for a few minutes when I heard a knock and a young lady that looked like a tall model. Everything about her appearance screamed confidence which intimidated me a bit but I schooled my facial expression to also look confident. She also smelled strongly of cinnamon.

"Are you the new girl?" Her tone was snarky, a contrast to her whole look.

"Yes. But I'm a woman. I'm twenty-four years old actually." I say with a smile, so my statement wouldn't come out so rude.

"OK," She says but mumbled something I couldn't really hear under her breath, "I'm Isabella. And you?" She questioned me.

"I'm Deja. It's nice to meet you." I stretched forth my right hand and she took it, shaking me. Maybe she's not a rude one, maybe she's just having a bad morning hence the attitude.

"Let me show you around." She gestured for me to walk, and I did. She started with the floor we already were on. She explained this is where everyone on Fay's team office is. But the studios and conference room are on the floor below. She also told me which floor the cafeteria was located on. The tour was fast and straightforward that Isabella left me to do the remaining exploring myself.

Her energy still wasn't welcoming but I was not expecting to make a friend on my very first day at work.

There was a room she pointed me to while we were touring that was called the lounge room. I was curious to see what it would look like. I am someone who values peace and calmness so I'm sure it would be a very much appreciated space to run to whenever it gets too loud. Maybe it wouldn't make me miss my little nest at home too much.

Because I share an apartment with my friends, we couldn't all build a big nest for ourselves. Just a mini one in each of our rooms.

As I was walking down the long hallway, heading to the lounge room, I saw a few of my new colleagues who greeted me and I returned the polite gesture. So far, other people have been nice and respectful to me even though I'm a newcomer. The only one who apparently has an unknown issue with me is Isabella.

But we'll see how tomorrow goes. Maybe she's really just having a bad morning.

It didn't take me too long to arrive at the lounge room. I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. The first sight that greeted me was the chill ambience. The lights were low and warm, creating a peaceful atmosphere that I'm already in love with.

I stepped into the room with excitement of exploring further while also hoping nobody will be there. It could either get awkward or smooth. There was a tall plant by the door, I wasn't a big fan of plants but I appreciate their benefits and greenish beauty.

My eyes darted around the wall of the large space. There were art frames and picture frames of Fay Darrow on the wall, making me squeal silently. The fangirl in me was so excited but I had to maintain a good composure, especially when I wasn't sure if there was someone inside.

As I walked further into the room, wanting to see more of the lounge space, my gaze landed on the brown looking soft couch. But what got me shocked and about to scream my lungs out was Fay Darrow.

Fay was freaking sleeping on the couch and was still looking so damn gorgeous that it's making my poor heart palpitate.

And at the rate my heart is thumping, it will surely burst. That I'm sure of.

Deja's POV:

The moment my eyes landed on his sleeping figure, I felt a sharp pain that seared from the top of my left breast up to my shoulder and down to my back, stopping at my lower waist. I winced and hissed at the sudden but short pain.

I exhaled after the pain subsided and my heart was thumping really fast. I must have been so shocked, the astonishment must have made my whole body quake with tingles and thrills. I couldn't blame my body and heart for reacting this way, because this was freaking Fay Darrow. The only man that lives in my heart until I find my mate in the future. He was the only Alpha that could bring me to my knees with just a look from his icy blue eyes. The only Alpha that has the control of my heart, soul and pussy. I've been following his music since his debut days, which was about ten years ago.

I had lost my father at the age of fourteen, he was a great man, a wonderful father, a tender Alpha and a loving husband. His demise left my mother and I broken especially when our pack has always been envious of him and his riches.

It was to the point they defrauded my mourning mother and left us penniless. Making us an outsider.

But in those hard times, when I couldn't understand why life was just being so cruel to my mother and I, Fay Darrow's music came to me, he found me and helped me heal my broken heart and crushed will. He took me out of depression and helped me rise back to my feet. His music motivated me that there was always hope. It was that reason that made me finish school which definitely came with a lot of money trouble.

His music was my savior. Fay Darrow himself was my healer. He is more than just a celebrity crush, he was a mentor, a light in my darkened path, a constant reassurance that things will get better.

And this moment was proof. The proof that dreams come true. Hard work pays. And music definitely heals.

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm seeing Fay in real life." I whispered to myself. The urge to scream and jump around was trying to overpower me but I chide myself to keep calm.

We can't be spooking off big daddy already. Paula and Lily will definitely transform into their wolves and take their precious time to skin me alive. Or Lily who is an intern neurosurgeon will perform a brain surgery for me to tighten my loose screws and scold my brain in the process.

"This is the best day of my life." I clasped my hand over my mouth and whispered against my palm.

It was wrong to just stand in the center of the lounge and blatantly stare at Fay but I couldn't help myself. He was too surreal to just be napping a few meters from me. This moment was so unreal that I feel like if I took my eyes off him, I'd be waking up from a sweet dream. So I just stare at the Alpha man and take my time to study his features like an important school course.

He had a dark tanned olive skin tone that listened in the low light, he's very tall and buffy. He was wearing a dull blue tight long sleeve top and a black dress pants with a matching and stylish black boot. My eyes glanced up to the perfection and utter beauty his face was just to admire this realness.

His dark curls were styled backwards making his forehead visible. I never knew I could be turned on by someone's forehead until I started stanning Fay Darrow. His forehead had its own Fandom. My eyes moved downwards to his well shaped eyebrows. And was it illegal for a man to have long eyelashes? Absolutely yes.

This man was an epitome of illegal. He embodied ethereal features that made omegas purr and slick up. And I'm trying so hard not to be captured by his whiskey Alpha's scent that had a woody and fruity note with a hint of sweet caramel. My omega wanted to rejoice in the sight of a delicious looking and smelling Alpha but I had a strong will that might soon break.

He shifted. A small sound coming from his closed lips. I was a bit anxious thinking I was about to be caught staring like a fool in love. Maybe I was, because I very much love the man sleeping before me. My thoughts moved back to his lips. Seeing them in real life in this proximity unlike at his concerts, I could see just how pillowy and luscious they looked. The cameras don't do him justice with those pictures I see online, his lips were pink and had a nice shape to it that accentuated his overall sexiness.

I can't imagine what kissing them would be like.

'No, stop thinking naughty, Deja.' I internally scolded myself.

"You know," Fay's deep and husky voice broke the silence that the room was in, making my heart jump and my body jolt from the sudden sound, "It's rude to stare at someone the way you are staring." Even though he was scolding me, I still found his voice melodious. I've listened to his music about half of my life, watched tons of his interviews and yet, it felt like it was the first time I was hearing that charm that was his voice.

How can a man be all round amazing? Just how?

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologize, my lips moving fast to talk before I could put brakes on them, "I'm Deja Stones. A very huge fan of you and your music. I've been following you since you debuted and you've been a big part of my life especially when I was down. I was just so astonished to be seeing you in real life. I've been to your concerts several times and they are always mind-blowing. I can't just believe that I'm standing before you right now." I finally found the brakes to stop myself from rapping words out continuously to be polite.

But the stupid grin on my face said otherwise.

He opened his eyes, and sat more upright against the couch. His eyes moved up and down my body, he was probably scrutinizing me but I tried to not go crazy just from his eyes movement. I wasn't the prettiest girl but I had a sexy figure that I knew men go crazy for.

And if I wasn't being too delusional, I'd say Fay Darrow was busy admiring me. But that's too far-fetched. He's a man that is surrounded by beautiful and sexy omega women in the industry. Both humans and werewolves. So who am I? Not when I was casually dressed in a blue denim jacket and pants matched with simple white sneakers.

"And who allowed you in here?" His gruffy voice asked, making shivers run down my spine at a speed light that left my palm clammy. It was a simple question but I can sense the hostility tinging it.

But Fay Darrow wasn't a hostile man. He was always smiling and gentle on camera. Even at his concerts and fan signs that I've never been lucky to attend, he is always friendly. But I could get that vibe from him right now.

"I just asked you a question, and you are supposed to give me a swift answer?" He sat up, resting away from the backrest of the couch, glaring at me. His icy blue eyes were boring holes into my skin, making me feel hot from the inside to the outside of my body.

"I am the newly employed Manager assistant of your team, Sir." I quickly answered, and settled for the idea that he might not have liked that I was in his personal space.

"And that gives you the right to come into my personal lounge without proper permission and ogle me in that manner? Are you an idiot that does not know the proper etiquette given to one's boss?" I could almost hear the growl in his voice except he wasn't growling.

And his whiskey scent was taking on strong burnt caramel notes that made me almost scrunch my nose up but I refrained from the action. That means he's displeased or angry.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a lounge for everyone on the team. It's my first day, so I don't know much yet." I answered, feeling hurt. This wasn't how I imagined our first meeting would go.

"I'm very sure Martha gave you a tour and yet you tell me you thought this was a general lounge. You must think I'm foolish and can't see right through your intentions, uh?" He lifted himself off the couch and stood on his ten toes, his height towered me and made me feel so small.

"I'm being honest. Isabella was the one who gave me the tour and told me this was the general lounge. If I knew it was your personal lounge, I wouldn't have come in here." I explained, my heart was also breaking from what he's trying to accuse me of.

I'm not an obsessive or toxic fan, but that must be exactly what he thinks of me, especially when he is not believing my words.

"Isabella knows very well that this is my personal lounge, the one next to this is the general lounge so she wouldn't have told you otherwise. You just wanted to fulfill one of your crazy fantasies I don't indulge in." His voice was demeaning and I felt like crying. Even my omega was cowering.

Was this who Fay Darrow really is?

Or is this just a misunderstanding? And everybody in this company is having a bad morning?

"I'm not that kind of person, I–" I wanted to defend myself but he cut me off.

"That's what you all say. Nobody outrightly claims to be crazy. I'm going to let you off with a warning because Martha put in a good word for you. But if you overstep the boundaries one more time, you are going to lose your job." He eyed me, and the words in my voice box got stuck.

I couldn't talk. I couldn't continue speaking to defend my pride.

"Now, get out. You fawking omega!" He spat at me and that was when I felt my heart completely crushed. I wasn't sure if I was breathing. How can this Fay be so different from the one I've known for ten years now?

Or was it true that celebrities hide their true selves on Camera?

I hurriedly scrambled away, heading to the door before I broke into sobs in front of the Alpha that is currently crushing me.

"Deja Stones!" He called my name like it tasted disgusting on his tongue, "When you step out that door, you will see F D on my door and F D T on the next door which means Fay Darrow's Team. Never ever step in here, a lot worse could happen than you just losing your job." He warned. I nodded and quickly left the room.

Shutting the door behind me, I let out an exhilarating sigh. My eyes darted to the golden label on the door and the label on the next door and I could see the difference in letters.

But I'm super sure that Isabella only showed me one lounge and it was this one. Not the other one. I have a good memory

Was she trying to put me into trouble on my first day? Was she trying to make me lose my job? What exactly was her goal?

I sighed again as I was walking away.

Mumbling to myself, I said, "Fay Darrow is an absolutely different person. He's fooled me. He's fooled us all."

Deja's POV:

The rest of the day went smoothly and peacefully. I was assigned my first job. And it was just to arrange some important files for the upcoming conference meeting. Martha told me because it's my first day, that I could leave early. So as soon as I was done, I packed my things and left.

The day literally went from a hundred to a quick zero. My dreams were shattered without mercy.

Focusing was a hard task knowing two people already hate me at my new job, and one of them happens to be the Alpha man I've loved all my life. The man I saw as my savior from depression. The man I look up to because he's an orphan who still made it in life. The whiplash I got after meeting the real life version of Fay Darrow not only broke my heart but made me sad.

It was totally unexpected to get such a reaction from him. I considered him a sweet soul and he just made the image I've attached to him all these years to crack and crumble in a matter of a few minutes. He wasn't the sweet Alpha everyone knew him to be. He was not a friendly celebrity. His life on camera was totally fake.

He was feeding the world bull-sheet.

It's like he's always wearing a mask to hide his true self. And I'm guessing the people in his team and record label know the real him.

Was that all the celebrity lifestyle is about? Feeding fans lies?

The elevator ride up to our apartment floor felt so long that I couldn't count how many times I've sighed. I couldn't wait to see Paula and Lily. But by this time, Lily would still be at work. Paula works remotely as a copywriter, so she's mostly home. Both my friends are big shots but they refused to move out when they could get their own apartment.

But I know their reason. They wanted me to get on my feet and be stable. Plus we're three peas in a pod. Since our first year in college, we've become inseparable.

Getting to the door, I input the passcode and stepped into our apartment.

"Lily, is that you?" I hear Paula shout from the kitchen. "You're early, why?" She added before I could reply.

"No, it's me." I answered. Pulling off my sneakers by the door and arranging it in the shoe rack in our small foyer. Our kitchen is an open plan which makes the living area look larger.

"Oh Deja baby, you're early." Paula replied and my nose led me to where her voice was sounding from. The aroma of the Chinese fried rice she was cooking wafted into my nostril making my stomach grumble in want and delight.

"Yes. First day benefits." I answered and spotted her behind the stove the moment I entered the living room. "That smells so good." I said to her, walking towards the kitchen, to join her and help her with anything I could.

"I decided to cook one of your favorites to celebrate your first day. I finished my work early, so I got bored and the idea suddenly struck me." She tells me, stirring the rice in the pot continuously so it doesn't burn.

"You're the best, best, best." I said to her and pecked her cheeks, while also reeling in her comforting vanilla cream scent.

"Are you hungry?" She giggled from the attention. "Very, especially when you're cooking one of my favorites." I replied. "Can I help with anything?" I asked her as I moved away from her face to look at the deliciousness she was cooking up.

"No, just relax and tell me about your first day at work. I want to know every fawking detail." As Paula spoke those words, my mood immediately turned sour. Recalling my first ever encounter with Fay Darrow made me want to cry again.

"Oh my, you smell like burnt berries, was it a bad first day? Who made my sweet berry baby sad?" She purred and came to rub my back, making my omega feel safe and calm. Paula had always been like a second mother to me. She always cares for Lily and I, the way a mother would. She was attentive and insightful. I'm so glad I have a fantastic friend like her in my corner.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." My voice came out soft because of the effect Paula's scent has on me.

"The manager?" She questioned. I knew she wouldn't be able to think it's Fay. Even I, still find it unbelievable. It's the widely beloved Fay Darrow. Not the version I met today.

Maybe he's bipolar and nobody in the public knows.

"No, not her." I shook my head slowly, "She was really sweet and patient."

"Then who the heck would ruin my Deja's first day at work?" She asked, and I could feel the anger underlying her tone. Paula was hard as she is soft when she needs to be. People never dared to disrespect me in school those days. They knew what Paula was capable of but I'm afraid that this time, there's nothing anyone can do. Not even my Paula, because she'll just be as perplexed as I am with the new discovery.

"It's Fay Darrow." I told her and her hand rubbing my back ceased its motion.

"What?" She asked. "Our Fay Darrow?"

"Yes, Paula. Our Fay Darrow. Our favorite Alpha werewolf singer. Our beloved Fay. Our big daddy. He's the one who ruined my day." I answered her, her face looked shocked as it seemed she was still processing my reply.

"It's a lie." Paula stated, disbelief coating her words.

"It's not a lie, Paula." I said to her,

"Wait, how can he ruin your day?" She queried me. "Does he have a mate? You know like, he is married or seriously dating someone that the public doesn't know about?" She questioned, then quickly checked the rice so it wouldn't burn.

"No. None of that." I answered.

"Then how? I'm confused, Deja." Paula said to me, still attending to the rice.

"The Fay Darrow we know is totally different from the real life version I met today. We have been living a lie, Paula. Everything we know that Fay is, is actually fake. It's all bull-sheet. And I'm heartbroken." I told her and sniffled. Fighting the tears that have wanted to flow out of my eyes since that encounter. When I thought I would be in a contagious happy state after I meet my favorite celebrity, it's the opposite state I'm in.

"No way. Fay Darrow has been fake?" Paula asked, astonished by my words and the sincerity that laced them. She knows I don't tell lies and if I had done that, her wolf nose would sniff out my lies. She has that ability to discern.

"Yes." I nodded and told her in perfect detail what transpired between me and Fay Darrow earlier today. And as I kept talking, her scent changed and took an expired vanilla cream note than her mild and sweet regular one.

She must be really disappointed and mad as I am.

"He called me a fawking omega in a very disgusting tone like I irritated him, he didn't believe me at all, Paula. The whole interaction was sour and his usual whiskey scent also changed and that's when I knew that he was really displeased with me and obviously disliked me." I finished. I got so emotional while narrating and my tears kept flowing out nonstop. It's unusual of me to cry so much but it's probably because it's about Fat Darrow.

"That's just wild and unbelievable. If this wasn't coming from you, I wouldn't believe it even if the person was telling the absolute truth. Just wow." Paula heaved.

"I know right. It's really strange how he can be the complete opposite of what we know him to be. He was just too rude and arrogant." I commented and Paula nodded.

"Such a whiplash. I can't even fathom how it must have felt to experience such physically. I'll just tell him to finish my broken heart." I chuckled at that, "Lily would be crushed too."Paula added.

"She would." I nodded in agreement.

"You know what, let's just eat. Food is a good comforter. No more Fay Darrow talk. It's breaking my poor heart." She suggested. "Do you wanna shower before or after?" She questioned.

"Food please." I groaned, exhausted from the emotional whiplash I experienced today. Moving back to the living area so I can sit down, I unbuttoned my denim jacket and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere on the sofas. My top half body was left in a tiny strappy white cami tank top I wore beneath the jacket.

"Ah!" I breathed, "Today was terrible." I stretched my arms over my head with a loud groan emitting from me.

A clatter sound coming from the kitchen made me quickly turn around to face Paula, she gasped with widened eyes looking at me.

"Paula, what's wrong?" I queried, rushing to where she was standing, almost frozen on her spot.

"Deja," She said in an almost whispery tone that got me worried, wondering would could have gone wrong in a matter of seconds.

"Yes, Paula. Talk to me." I beseeched, getting more worried at her silence and shock expression. I watch her eyes dart to my chest and her index finger pointing at my chest as well. It was then she stuttered, "Your chest, Deja."

I looked down at my chest and screamed out, a wave of shock washed through me.

"Holy fawking sheet. What is this?" I exclaimed, looking at the flower tattoo that was on the top of my left breast up to my shoulders and still seemed like it went down my back.

"Your soul mark, Deja." Paula answered. Solving the mystery immediately.