The Secretary He Rejected Is The Alpha King's Daughter
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Alpha aura and took sickening d
the Alpha King, that Dante loved
ved me wrong in the mo
re billboard lit up with his face.
g her as his future Luna because she could "bre
ola didn't just mock me. She slapped my face and
ad destroyed a cheap trinke
he sneered. "And you are tre
t wasn't protecting me from them.
instantly dropped twenty degrees. My eyes
ken secretary. They had no idea they ha
dialed the most feared num
tepping over the
is over. Bring t
pte
phin
anifestation of the agitation roiling inside my soul. My wolf, usually comatose under the h
hing I was ref
used hand toward the massive digital billboard lighting up Time
stomach dropped so hard I
g, crooked smile that had convinced me, a naive eighteen-year-old girl,
ist of a woman in a w
*Alpha Dante Moretti and Future Lu
was a low-level Beta, smelling of stale coffee and mediocrity. He saw me as a human. A fragile, breakable t
. I just stared
in my lap. A t
re riding my ass about the quarterly
. He wasn't in a meeting with the Elders. He was broa
even-year clock in my h
," I whispered
d him that love transcended the brutal hierarchy of our kind. I told him Dante loved me for my soul, not my
r had said, *I will bless the union. But if he betra
tellite device that I kept hidden in the lining of m
t the Moretti supply l
ar," I told
still ten b
the
ut the authority in my voice made the Beta driver slam on the brakes instinctively
. It wasn't just a corporate HQ; it was th
the revolving door
ck, musky, and cloying. It was t
Omegas carrying trays of champagne. And in the center of it
eased high, and her dress was cut low enough to show the swel
aphi
mma female with a nasty temper, pointed a manicured f
sually a dull hazel, fla
he marble echoed in the silence. "The secretary finally decided to show up. Did you co
ent to the burning locket at
m me. She smelled of cheap vanilla perfume and unwashed dog. "He's busy be
ing my blood. "You mean a bottle-blonde hustler who spent the
female's status was an act of war. But I wasn't afraid. I
ed in her chest. "You're in the wolf's den now. W
just an employee pass. It was the Master Key I had pr
And this isn't your den. I paid for the marble under y
ongated canines. She was shifting partially,
ulator?" Lola laughed, and the sound was like glass brea
ally hired-stepped forward. But they hesi
eamed. "I am your future
s. "Touch me, and you
patience snapped. Her claws extended,
myself," s