The Secretary He Rejected Is The Alpha King's Daughter

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