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His Fifth Mate
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When Alpha Miguel found his fifth mate after the death of his previous mates that all died mysteriously, leading him to believing that he was really cursed as said to him earlier, he was determined to stay away from her and keep their relationship within work alone. However, he couldn't deny the crazy bond that kept pulling him to this girl, who has captured his heart at first sight, and now, he was determined to be with her and protect her from the dangerous creatures after her life. What happens when Clarissa, the twenty-two-year-old girl who already fell head over heels for her boss and boyfriend, found out that the man she loved so much was not a human as she thought, but a werewolf, an Alpha wolf at that? Will she be able to accept him for who he is?

Chapter 1 1

Chapter 1

Clarissa POV

I giggle excitedly as I check the screen of my phone to see the email that was sent to me from the company. After job hunting for a couple of months, I finally got one in the company I least expected. That is a blessing in disguise.

"MJ group of company," I say to the cabby I just stopped.

"Fifty bucks," He replies to me, and I pull the door open and hop in. It's my first day at work, and I'm a bit nervous.

It looked like we were not going to make it to the company since we got stuck in a traffic jam for about twenty minutes, but we finally got out a few minutes ago, and we are currently on our way to the company, on the last route.

"We're here," He announces as he pulls over at the side of the road, and I pay him before I hop out of the car.

Staring at the tall building in front of me, I gulp down nothing nervously. I check my wristwatch for the time, and as expected, I'm fifteen minutes late. I didn't want to create a bad impression about myself on my first day here, but the traffic jam has to be blamed for all these shits.

I proceed into the building, and luckily, I spot the lady that interviewed me the last time I was here.

"You came quite late on your first day at work. Why?" The forty-five-year-old woman questions me as we both walk side by side to God knows where.

"I'm sorry, I got stuck in the traffic," I reply to her, and she remains silent.

We finally arrive at the front of my supposed office.

"Just go to your office, and don't bother the CEO. He doesn't want to be disturbed now," She says to me before she finally walks away, leaving me to sort myself out.

Taking a deep breath, I finally walk inside the office, but my mouth drops open at the sight that welcomes me. The office looks way prettier for a secretary.

Being an orphan of both parents, and all alone in the world is so tiring. Nobody cares for me, and nobody gives a damn about whatever happens to me. It's pretty pathetic to be without a family. For a twenty-two years old girl, you can imagine the pain I have been through, right?

Three years ago, I finally graduated from the best university in Atlanta with a first-class degree in business administration, but guess the job I got with that best result. Well, I had to work in a restaurant as a waitress for over two years, before I got a higher-paying job to work as a bartender in a popular bar in town. Just six months ago, I got sacked from the bar because my bad mouth got me into trouble, and since then, I have been trying to secure another one, but couldn't, until I finally got this one.

I sit gently on my supposed seat, where a set of desktop is already placed on the desk for me. I resume work immediately since some documents were forwarded to my email yesterday.

After a few minutes of working, I stop to glance at my supposed boss's office, and I find him sitting there with all of his attention on the desktop. Although the glass demarcating us is transparent enough for me to see him, his face is kind of blurred and I can't tell what he looks like. Wait! Am I not going to see him before I leave? It's not ideal. What if someone asks me later what my boss looks like? What would I tell them?

"You're here for work, just stay focused," I mumble, turning my attention back to my work.

It's finally lunchtime, and I stop to look at him, but he doesn't look like he's going out to eat, and my stomach is already hurting. I wanted to be early to work today that I ended up not having breakfast before I left, and here I am now, about to die of hunger.

I try to endure the hunger and not complain, but it gets so worse that I can't even take it anymore, so I stand up to my feet and rush to his door. I place a soft knock on it.

"Excuse me, Sir. This is Clarissa, your new secretary," My heart beats nervously as I speak. I wait patiently for him to either usher me in, or answer me, but two minutes passed, and I'm still standing here like a fool. Did he not hear me knock?

"Sir..." I place another knock on the door.

"You can go for lunch," His deep voice cuts me off weirdly, and I flinch as I blink my eyes confusingly. How the hell did he know that I was going to ask for that?

"Come see me when you're done," He further says, and I gulp down the sudden lump that forms in my throat. Am I going to be working with an introvert? I hope not, because I don't want to die of depression.

"Yes, Sir," I reply to my ghost boss before I turn and advance toward the door, leaving the office afterward.

Finding my way to the company's canteen didn't turn out difficult as I had thought, and luckily, the food here is free for staff.

Returning to the office after I had lunch, I find him still sitting on the same spot, and I begin to ask myself if this man doesn't get hungry. Even if he had eaten earlier, it's time to get hungry, for a normal person.

I place a knock on his door.

"Come in," Following his reply, I push the door open, and walk inside. The office is twice as big as mine, and its interior design is everything beautiful. It's weird how I can't find any portrait on the wall, unlike every other companies I've been to for an interview, where the CEOs would always have portraits hanging on the wall. Everybody has their preferences though.

I finally tilt my head to look at the man that has been avoiding everyone all day, but my mouth drops open in shock at the sight I behold. Sitting before me is an angel, probably a fallen one that has been missing on earth, because he doesn't look like any human. His pair of blue eyes that pierce into mine, are sharp, charming, and look intimidating. His long pointed nose compliments his cuteness. His pink lips look juicy and appetizing. His skin is flawlessly glowing and screams nothing, but wealth. For goodness sake, how much did he spend on that skin to make it so perfect? His thick black hair though is messy, but he looks perfect in it. He looks flawlessly cute even with that deep frown on his face. Just who the hell is this man?

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