If he hadn't repeated himself, I wouldn't believe what I heard from him. Be his secretary? I hadn't done that job for once, but the course I was studying was related to it, so in the future, when I graduate, I could work as one.

Now, thinking of it, did he look into me and find out my course of study? There's no way he could just want me to be his secretary if I had no clue about such a thing. He had previously ordered that I stand, so I did and bowed to him. "Your supremacy, is being your secretary my punishment?" I just needed to know if I was going to be wasting my time with someone and expecting no salary.

He shook his head and folded his hands, "Didn't you just reject your mate to gain my forgiveness?"

I opened my lips to speak, but they hung open. I had rejected Tyrion because I wanted to, but I didn't know that he meant what he said.

"I have already mindlinked my beta to have your brother brought back home from the border. So being my secretary is a job offer which comes with a wage, and the amount will be stated in the service legal agreement that you would sign," he explained and turned to his guard, then nodded at him.

The guard walked towards me and handed the file he had been holding, and after going through the agreement, I almost forgot how to breathe. The salary was top-notch, five times of my monthly salary in the resort. Just to be his secretary?

I glanced around and then looked at myself. I recalled I didn't have good-looking outfits for such a role and quickly dropped the file on the floor. "Your supremacy, I am a poor orphan, and I'm not good enough for this role. I am not fit, please." But deep down, I wanted to have the job.

My wolf sneered in my head, and I clenched my palms into a fist. Deceiving him again would be one mistake I wouldn't want to make. The remaining money in my account would be paid into the hospital account when I get the loan, so they could commence my aunt's surgery, so I had no option, unless he would agree to give me a chance, and I would restock my wardrobe after getting my wage.

I flinched the moment he stood up, and then shook his head. "Follow me!"

My heart wavered. I was a bit scared of what he was up to and hesitated a bit to follow him. The guard gave me a gesture behind him, and I had no choice but to hasten towards the man, my heart beating loudly in my chest.

He reached his car and opened the door, then turned to me, "Step in!"

I wanted to ask questions but was scared to my bones that it would make him cancel every one of his mercies. Did he want to take me home? Goddess, please be with me. I stepped into the car, and then he followed and shut the door. Fear gripped me, and I rumpled my dress with my fingers, avoiding his gaze as much as I could.

"Feel free beside me, but don't mess up," he muttered, and I glanced at him before nodding. At that time, I felt a bit relieved, knowing that surely he wasn't going to harm me.

The car rode carefully, and I clung to the seat like my hope was hung there.

After a long ride, the car stopped. I looked through the tinted glass, and my gaze narrowed. "A boutique?!"

"Alight!" he ordered, and while I was trying to unlock the door, it opened from the outside, and I stepped out and bowed to the guard who stood there.

Alpha walked over to me and stretched his hand. I looked at him, and then his palm, and my lips parted a bit. "You're going to choose enough outfits for your new job, so make sure to choose as many as you want, including footwear, jewelry, makeup, handbags, and they should be the latest editions."

My lips dropped open, and I slowly nodded. I still asked him, "Will all these be slashed from my wages?" so I would know how to make my choice and the amount to take.

He shook his head.

What? He would do all that for me just like that? Aside from being his secretary, was there anything else that he needed from me?

I was drawn out of my daze when he grabbed my hand and began walking, and I trailed beside him. We entered the boutique, and then he left me to be with the sales attendants there.

They walked around with me and I took over twenty different outfits, which I put on and showed them as well. I grabbed as many shoes, jewelry, makeup, and even handbags which I had never dreamt of ever holding.

At the end, staring at the packages, I barely believed my eyes. With all these, wasn't I tangled with this man now? What if being his secretary was a do-or-die affair, and I couldn't leave because of all those?

I slapped my cheek softly, 'There would be nothing like that...' I told myself and walked towards him.

His men grabbed the packages one after the other until it was all finished, then I followed his side again, and we entered the car.

"You'll begin working on Monday, so get set," he said to me, and then the car drove off.

I felt so delighted. So really, I had just bagged a job that a graduate wouldn't have gotten so easily. Should I say that spilling the wine on him brought this or what? But somehow, if I told someone this, they would doubt me.

How easy it was to bag this job from the alpha supreme was mysterious. Wanting me to reject his nephew was somehow, and now giving me a job without me requesting it.

'Can you stop thinking? I need to get over that jerk of a mate we have.' My wolf ranted in my head, and I sighed. 'Yes, ma'am, I will concentrate.' I said to her and smiled inwardly while she wagged her tail.

I hadn't been looking around since the car zoomed off, nor did I know where he was taking me. But as the car suddenly stopped, I realized that I was before our house.

My eyes widened in shock, and I turned to him, "You brought me home?"

"I will assign you a driver so you don't give me excuses for coming late."

I nodded, and now recalled that I was a student and school would soon resume. When this happens, will I be able to manage the job? Or will I have an assistant who would work when I'm at school? Maybe I shouldn't mention that and grab wages for five weeks. It would go a long way to sustain me till I get another part-time job if he refuses that I work part-time.

"Thank you so much!" I bowed to him and began alighting. His guards helped me take out the packages from the car, and before they left, he handed me a little wrapped package, which I was sure wasn't with me all those hours.

I watched their car until it disappeared, then I began going back into the house. When I was about to grab four bags, someone walked up before me. I raised my head, and it was my brother, her eyes so red like someone who had been sobbing.

"You don't know how scared I was when I didn't see you and Aunt." he burst into tears again.

My muscles became so weak that I dropped the bags and rushed over to him, embracing him. It's all thanks to the moon goddess that I got some help, and he was out, now I had to focus on my aunt. "Aunt Mirella is hospitalized, and I will be heading to the hospital soon. I would pay half of the bills so they could begin her surgery...."

"Surgery? What's wrong?" he asked, looking scared, so I explained everything to him, and he even cried more, mumbling that he was the cause of it.

After so much time consoling him, he helped me take the bags inside, then I explained my relationship with the alpha supreme, which at least enlightened his mood. I freshened up, and he insisted on following me to the hospital, so I didn't refuse.

I had locked up the door and was about to meet him on the floor when I inhaled a familiar scent.

My wolf snapped in my head and then whimpered. I looked out to the road, and it was a car, so I knew deep down that it was Tyrion.

If only he could just accept the rejection so we would go our way, because right now, I was with his uncle and would be working for him.

Aslan glanced at me and stepped backwards when Tyrion alighted from his car. He wore a darkened expression, one he never showed me when we dated in secret. Now that he was done with me, I didn't deserve even those fake smiles from him.

"And what business do you have with my uncle? Do you think having him pucknose into our matter would make me let you go?" he asked, his hands in his pockets as he strode closer.

I moistened my lips and climbed down the veranda. It was the first time for my brother to meet him, so I wasn't shocked as to how he stared at Tyrion.

"Unity, if you want to have peace in this pack, then you're going to steer clear of my uncle. He's not the kinda man you should go near. He has Luna and a daughter the same as you, so think twice before you regret it. Don't push me to the wall!" he stated, holding his shoulders high.

I smirked. For some reason I couldn't tell, my heart raced upon hearing that he had a family. For goddess' sake, I thought he was single, not knowing he was old enough to be my father. If that was the case, what was Tyrion scared of? That his uncle would fuck me? He must have heard that I was appointed his secretary.

He watched as I closed the distance between us, then said to him coldly, "You don't need to worry. I prefer older married men, so your uncle is the definition of it."

Alpha Geralt.

"Alpha, your nephew is here to see you!" Jesper announced while I was busy shoving the multiple letters that had been submitted by the alpha kings of several packs. "Should I let him in?" he asked again, distracting me and I slammed the envelope on the table, causing him to flinch.

I stared at him for a few seconds, unsure whether to be pissed off with him or not. "What business do I have with Tyrion?"

"You're crossing the line, uncle!" came his voice, as he took short and steady steps into my office. Since the death of his father, whom he insisted I was behind his death, this was his first time showing up in my palace, and it hadn't ever bothered me. "I should have wondered how you found out she was my mate, then I recalled what you are always good at. You ordered that his brother be taken out of the border, and now you hired her as your secretary. What is it you're scheming again? Isn't taking my father's position enough for you?" his voice got loud at each word.

I stared in confusion, because the last time I checked, I felt a matebond with that female, and that was why I hired her as my secretary. She was a student, and her course of study matched the role I gave her, and it wouldn't even stop her studies. So where did I go wrong to hire the female whom I am fated to?

"Uncle, she is still my mate, and I can't stand you getting close to what belongs to me." Tyrion's voice came again, and this time I shifted the envelopes and relaxed my back on the chair, my arms across my chest. "She can't be your secretary, so I hope you fire her right now."

I shook my head. No one ever gets to tell the alpha supreme what to do. He, as the alpha king of the Darkpelt pack, was under me just like the other alphas, and he mustn't cross the line because of the familiarity.

"As much as I know, no lady has ever come across you and gone unfucked. That's why you divorced your Luna, so you could have as many women as you wanted. But I won't let you do that to my mate, so you'd better stay away from her," he blurted, and was set to leave.

How could he?

"Tyrion, did you forget that she had rejected you? And, what are you planning to do with her when you have already chosen your Luna?" At this moment, I stood on my feet and sat on the desk. His face drained of blood while I wore a dirty smirk at the corner of my lips. "She has nice curves, well-positioned oranges, plump lips and dazzling eyes. You know how much I love pùssy, especially the ones that drip, so I think she is worth being my secretary if that's the case. Is that also the same reason you don't wanna let her be? Or, is Desire truly infertile?"

His eyes grew large in shock because he didn't see the last statement coming.

As he said, I was good at digging into matters. If I don't, then what qualifies my position as the alpha supreme?

When that female spilled those wine on me, my wolf rather whimpered and groaned instead of snarling in anger as it always did...then came her scent, strong, aromatic, filling my nose. I felt the bond almost pull me to her, and if I hadn't comported myself, I could have just grabbed her to a corner and poked my nose into her musk.

Not until I found out she was Tyrion's mate did I think my wolf was mistaken. Having more than one mate hadn't ever happened, so why was she a mate to Tyrion and also mine? I couldn't share her; she was my first mate, too, so I thought of a solution.

Hire her and keep her closer to find out if the bond was true or fake. Which was what I was going to do.

"So, since she already initiated a rejection, why not pray to the moon goddess that I don't turn out to be her second chance mate? Because if it ever happens, you won't get a glimpse of her ever again." I scoffed at him and rested my arms on the desk. "You should focus on your Luna and seek remedies to open her womb. I won't live to watch you use that innocent omega female as a breeder."

He bit his lower lip, hands clenched into a fist, and I loved how he maintained eye contact with me.

"Uncle, you would rather step back before it's too late. Unity is mine, and I won't have her taken by another man, not even you, who is old enough to be his father," he snorted and took two steps closer. "If you don't heed my warnings now, I will see to it that you lose your legacy and dignity around the packs."

So funny! An alpha fighting his alpha supreme.

How come he forgot that only the moon goddess has the power over me? I could choose to get him out of the alpha throne, and nothing could be done about it.

Who cares how long he bears the sentiment that I murdered his father to take the position? I don't give a fuck and will never.

He dashed out of my office brutally, and Jesper rushed towards my desk and grabbed a seat. His expression showed how baffled he seemed to be, and I didn't expect less either. He opened his lips to speak, but sighed and shut them again. "Ask away, or you leave..." I told him, and he cleared his throat.

"Alpha, I meant to ask what you would do if the matebond was true? She's so young and is just the same as your daughter. Do you think the councils will accept such a union, and Eowyn accepting her as her stepmother too?" Jesper asked, curiosity boldly written on his forehead.

I exhaled deeply while tapping my finger on the desk. As much as I defended myself before Tyrion, I was also confused as to what to do if she turned out to be my fated mate. I hadn't had one before and wished to, but when I didn't meet mine for years, I lost hope for it. If it turned out this way, then what would I say about the moon goddess? That child was the same age as my daughter, so how could I claim her as mine?

Tradition rejects such a thing. The packs will refuse to let it happen.

I wanted my fated mate, the one I could boldly call mine, but I didn't expect someone of her age to be my mate.

My wolf groaned in my head as it flashed the image of her in her work outfit, with her curves all seducing, and her oranges shoving at the faces of men. She was a show killer indeed, the kinda woman I would ever want to dominate over...but she was a minor.

I was twenty years older than her. She could call me her Dad, and there was no way my daughter would accept her as her stepmother.

My mind was spinning with different thoughts. I was damn bothered about where the matebond would lead to, and while I hoped she wasn't my mate, I couldn't see myself letting her slip through my fingers.

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Hours elapsed, and I couldn't wait so long to see what she would look like in her corporate wear on her first day of work. I hadn't even gotten dressed and just wanted to see her first. And as my secretary, she was supposed to put things together for me before we head to the company.

I was just pacing from one corner of the room to the other, checking on the time several times, that I even lost count.

Not until Jesper announced at the doorpost, "Your secretary is here, Alpha!"

My heart skipped a beat. I took a deep gulp before clearing my throat and commanding her in.

The sound of her heels made me freeze. She walked in elegantly, looking so gorgeous in her attire. My lustful eyes went straight towards her shirt like days ago, and of course, her first two buttons were open, and I could see the top of her oranges through it. The skirt brought out her curves, and her hair had been styled more beautifully than at the resort.

"Alpha Supreme, how do I help you get ready?" she asked while I was lost in thought, my eyes devouring her body.

I didn't realise how long I stared at her, but I shuddered when she flung off her shirt from her body, bringing into light how packaged her oranges were in her brassiere. I froze at that spot, my eyes running through her body completely like a hungry cougar.

She unhooked her brassiere before my very eyes and dropped it on the sofa some feet away from her, and watching those boobs standing firm before me, my cock hardened in my panties, struggling to be freed.

I couldn't move my lips, just taking down the hot saliva that formed in my mouth.

"I'll apologise for not realising why you offered me such help last week. That was so foolish of me," she said and pressed her lips together, whereas I was lost as to what was going on and what I should have done.

My phallus would put me into trouble if time wasn't taken. I couldn't do that to someone who was a minor to me, but the hunger that grew in me was beyond control.

"Alpha, you could have me to yourself. That's my only way to appreciate your offer." Her voice was laced with passion, her expression so soft, and her body movement saying it all. She was offering herself to me, or was I hallucinating about her?

Not until her skirt dropped to her feet did I realise this wasn't my imagination. She was indeed right before me, and it was my chance to get a taste of her musk.

Unity.

I didn't expect him to turn his back on me after so much devouring my body with his eyes. He stood still, his head lowered, but said nothing to me for seconds while I wondered what was going on with him.

Susan had advised me to do this because there was no way the alpha supreme would give me such a position beside him without a reason. In her words, he was interested in me and wanted me close to him, so if I didn't want to lose the job, I should make the move first, so he would also think I was as interested in him as he was.

Although I had lied to Susan that I had no single feeling for this man, that was a fat lie, and my wolf always mocked me for that. He looked way too young and muscular, huge enough to press my back against the wall and do so many bad things to me. I had already created in my mind the several things he would do to me once I stripped willingly before him.

I thought he wouldn't hold back but dominate over me and have me moan helplessly under his stoutly built body. But here he was, after lusting over my body, had his back on me as though I was irrelevant and the whore here.

Secretaries tend to satiate the boss's sexual urge too, so it wasn't so bad of him to claim me. I wasn't just doing it for the sake of his huge offer that was about to change my life, but because I had already craved it and would likely get fucked in my dreams someday by him.

When he didn't say a thing to me for such a long time, I decided to get closer to him. He heard the sound of my heels but didn't glance back, and when I placed my palms on his shoulder, which were high enough for the average me, he scoffed and shook his head. "Have your clothes on before you say anything to me. You're my secretary, not my stripper," he muttered, but his voice was laced with uncertainty.

Was he scared of doing this? Alpha Tyrion couldn't be telling the truth that he had a daughter as old as me.

If that was the case, then he could be thinking I was a minor to him. But it doesn't really matter, and no one would even care or know. We were adults and could make decisions ourselves, so I wasn't even thinking too much about the outcome.

The last thing I ever wished for was to lose this job, because I was no longer working in the resort, and this was my only hope for survival and to cater for my brother and hospitalised aunt.

"Unity, you heard me well..." his voice came again, and I didn't hesitate to step back. "Put your clothes on and prepare my outfit. I'll freshen up quickly."

He didn't even turn around to spare me a glance, but walked seriously into his bathroom.

I didn't just feel disappointed, but so ashamed of myself. Could it be that he had no such thing in mind, and I just did this? But the way he stared at me says that he wanted it, but couldn't reach it.

Why was he holding back so much? It could either be a one-time thing, or...

Who cares how many times he fucked me? I wasn't a good girl any longer, not after Tyrion made me feel so stupid about myself. His age doesn't matter to me, provided he is mature enough and wouldn't make me feel so useless.

Besides, Susan said that older men take care of their women the most, so it was actually better.

But then, if he truly had a daughter, then what about his luna? Was he divorced, or was his Luna dead?

I looked around the room to check if I could see any photo of his Luna, but not even a single one. The only photo aside from which I saw was his daughter; she had the same looks as him and was pretty much of my age, like Tyrion said.

'Then it wouldn't be so bad to date her Dad. I was already his secretary, and unless he was married, he was the kinda man that I wanted now....not some young man like Tyrion who would dump me later on.' I thought, biting my finger and staring at the girl's picture.

Soon, I got his outfits ready based on the list I had created the previous day, and waited behind until he was out.

I was too focused on the notepad, which I scrolled through, checking what his schedule would look like for the day, when I heard the thud sound of the door, causing me to flinch. I raised my head, and my eyes locked with his. Quickly, I looked away, my heart palpitating.

Why did he look so hot? Those times with Tyrion, I never saw what he looked like wearing just a towel around his waist. His abs were dripping, and his scattered hair all over his forehead and ears made him look damn crazy for an alpha like him.

How did he come to have such broad muscles? They were so attractive, and I was damn sure no woman would ever take their eyes away from such a body build.

I took a hard gulp, refusing to raise my head again.

He had just turned down my body, so it meant we were just into business and no other thing.

Yet, my wolf couldn't resist the urge to take a glance once again. I found myself staring at him for so long that I didn't realise he'd been calling out my name.

"Are you lost? Get me another tie!" he ordered, and I jolted to my feet.

As stupid as I was, I forgot where I had gotten the first one and began taking another direction. How could I be going so crazy over someone who doesn't even want me? I never felt this way towards Tyrion, so I should mind my business, as this was his uncle too, and there wouldn't be so much difference between them.

When I tried bringing up the age gap as an excuse to get my mind off him, my wolf sneered in my head...and sure, that shouldn't be the reason not to get a taste of what other females would crave and seek to devour willingly.

I got the tie, and when I brought it, he had already put on his outfits, so I had to fix the tie for him myself.

My heart was pounding so loud, and with the closeness between us, I knew he could hear it damn well. I was almost done when he whispered to my ear, "Do you really want it so much that you can't even concentrate any longer?" My hand was still on his chest. I barely moved my body as I feared what the outcome would be. "Unity, you didn't think of the outcome of it, did you?"

I shook my head. I hadn't thought of that, because it was surely nothing to me.

"But you don't start what you can't finish, because I am not the kinda man the innocent you deserve. Don't you think so? I'm old enough to be your dad...so you can actually call me 'uncle'," he said once again, and the last part slammed my chest like a blow.

Did he just say that? I could call him uncle because I could be his daughter?

"If you ever try this again, I won't hold back but punish you in such a way you won't ever forget. I'll make sure to burst your brain so you learn boundaries..." His voice wasn't as cold as I expected, and for some reason, I saw those words as an irony.

Still, I bowed to him in respect, "Forgive me alpha. I crossed the line." But I was about to burst into tears right away, because his words hurt more than Tyrion's betrayal.

When I raised my face, he was staring at me as well, and I could see the lust and desire glinting in his eyes. Why was he holding back so much? I even hated how my wolf was over him as though he were my mate...or was he?

It couldn't be.

If he were my second-chance mate, then he wouldn't care about the age gap and possess what belonged to him.