Today was my last day in college. I graduated from one of the most prestigious Alpha colleges in the city. Even though I wasn't an Alpha or even his daughter, my father was a respected retired Beta , still holding power amongst the pack members.

I should've felt proud. I should've felt like I'd finally made him proud.

And I was happy... I really was.

I wanted everything to be perfect. I ordered a set of sexy undergarments and a short red dress. Even though I was usually shy, quiet, the invisible girl in the crowd tonight, I wanted to look beautiful. For him.

For Lucas Jordan my boyfriend, the Alpha's heir, the man I thought loved me.

I imagined the look in his eyes when he saw me. I imagined his smile, his strong arms wrapping around me, his deep voice whispering "I'm proud of you, Kiera."

I held onto that thought as I rushed out of the taxi, clutching the bottle of wine I'd bought for our celebration. My heart was racing, fluttering like I was about to live the moment I'd dreamed of for years.

The night air was cool, brushing against my bare legs as I hurried to his private villa. I knew the passcode by heart I'd typed it in a hundred times before.

But the moment the door clicked open...

my entire world shattered.

I froze.

For a second, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

Because right there, in the middle of the room tangled in white sheets and broken promises was Lucas.

My Lucas.

And beneath him was another she-wolf.

Her moans filled the room, sharp, breathless, obscene. His hands gripped her hips the same way they'd once held me. Their bodies moved together, their rhythm violent and cruel.

The bottle slipped from my trembling hands, crashing to the floor.

The sound made them stop.

Lucas turned his head lazily, a smirk curling on his lips, while the she-wolf beneath him blonde hair, tanned skin, the kind of woman I'd always envied only laughed.

"Fuck," she whispered against his ear, loud enough for me to hear. "You didn't tell me your little pet might walk in."

Lucas chuckled low, dark, mocking.

He didn't even look guilty.

"Guess she needed to learn a lesson," he said, his voice like poison.

"L-Lucas..." My voice cracked. "W-What is this?"

He got off the bed, completely unbothered, his naked body still glistening with sweat. The she-wolf didn't even try to cover herself; she only stretched, smiling at me like she'd already won.

"What does it look like, Kiera?" Lucas said, smirking as he stepped closer. "I got bored. You were always so fucking boring quiet, shy, too afraid to even look me in the eyes when I touched you."

My chest tightened. "I..I loved you."

He laughed. "You thought you did. But what did you ever give me, huh? You don't even know how to please a man. You're just a Beta's daughter good for nothing except wagging your tail and pretending to be special."

The she-wolf laughed, sliding off the bed and walking up behind him, her hands trailing over his chest. "Maybe she should watch, Lucas," she purred. "Maybe she'll finally learn what a real woman does."

Lucas looked at me, eyes glinting with something cruel. "Yeah," he said slowly, voice dripping with venom. "Watch, Kiera. Watch and learn how a real woman behaves in bed."

My heart stopped.

My vision blurred.

I didn't even realize I'd started crying until the taste of salt hit my lips. I wanted to scream, to hit him, to make it all stop but my body refused to move.

They started kissing again right in front of me. Loud, rough, deliberate.

Something inside me snapped.

"Stop it!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "Lucas, please!"

He turned his head just enough to look at me, smirking as he said, "You can leave now, Kiera. You've seen enough. Or stay and learn, maybe then you'll finally be worth something."

The words cut deeper than any blade.

My knees gave out. I clutched the edge of the doorframe, gasping, choking on the sobs that tore through me.

I wanted to hate him.

I wanted to die.

I wanted everything to end right there.

But through the tears, through the ache ripping through my chest, I saw something her smirk. His arrogance. Their laughter.

And suddenly... my tears slowed.

I wiped my face, trembling, my voice low and hoarse as I whispered, "You'll regret this, Lucas Jordan."

He raised a brow, mocking. "Oh? The Beta's daughter's going to make me regret it? You can barely look me in the eye, Kiera."

I forced myself to meet his gaze.

And for the first time, I didn't look away.

"I may be a Beta's daughter," I said quietly, my voice shaking but steady enough, "but you just broke the wrong heart."

His smile faltered just for a second.

Then I turned around and ran.

The rain outside greeted me like a storm waiting to swallow me whole. It poured hard, cold and merciless, soaking through my thin dress in seconds.

I didn't care.

I ran barefoot down the street, my mascara mixing with the rain, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I screamed until my throat burned, until the sound of my heartbreak was drowned by thunder.

The pain was too much.

The betrayal, unbearable.

But somewhere between the sobs and the storm, a single thought burned in my chest hotter than the rain, sharper than the ache.

He would pay.

He would pay for every tear, every humiliation, every broken piece of me he left behind.

I ran through the rain, desperate to wash everything off the pain, the humiliation, the betrayal that clung to my skin like poison. My tears mixed with the downpour as I screamed into the empty night.

"You jerk! You fool! I hate you!" The storm swallowed my voice, but I didn't stop. My breath came out in ragged gasps as the rain drenched me to the bone. My clothes were heavy, plastered to my skin, but I kept running as if I could outrun the ache tearing through my chest.

My legs trembled, my lungs burned, and finally, they gave out beneath me. I collapsed onto the cold pavement, the world spinning as sobs tore from my throat, raw and broken.

I didn't know how long I stayed there, only that the rain never stopped, and neither did the tears. It felt like the sky itself was crying with me. When I finally lifted my head, my vision was blurry, but through the curtain of rain, I saw a Club ahead.

Warm light glowed through the windows, spilling over the wet streets like a fragile promise.

The music inside throbbed faintly laughter, chatter, life. I stumbled toward it, too numb to think, too shattered to care. Maybe a drink could make me forget even just for a little while.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and sweat, the hum of conversation wrapping around me like a fog.

I dropped onto a stool, my fingers trembling as I ordered a drink. When the glass hit the counter, I snatched it up and downed it in one go.

It was bitter. Sharp. My throat burned but not nearly as much as my heart did.

Because beneath the haze of liquor and pain, one thought kept echoing in my head.

"He cheated on me."

The words hurt every time they replayed. The image wouldn't leave his body pressed against another female werewolf, her laughter mingling with his.

I remembered the sound, the sight, the cruelty in his voice when he met my eyes and said,

"Watch and learn how a real woman behaves in bed."

And then their laughter. That sound would haunt me forever. Cruel. Mocking. It broke something deep inside me.

Maybe it was my fault. Maybe if I had been softer, prettier, more alluring, maybe if I had known how to please him he wouldn't have looked for someone else. Maybe I was never enough. The thought tore through me like glass.

The bartender's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. He leaned in, brows knitted with concern, asking what was wrong. I snapped, my voice trembling with anger and despair. "Just get me another drink and mind your business!"

He hesitated, but I didn't care. I needed the burn. I needed the numbness. So I kept drinking, each gulp a desperate attempt to drown the ache that wouldn't die.

My eyes drifted through the haze, over faces that blurred together - until they stopped.

That face.

Those green eyes.

Broad shoulders looked very familiar.

Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor lost, reckless, spinning under flashing lights. I shouted until my voice broke, laughed when I wanted to cry, and moved until the pain almost felt distant. The music swallowed me whole, every beat thudding against my chest like a heartbeat that wasn't mine.I danced for heaven knows how long.

Suddenly, the urge hit me. I was pressed.

Staggering, I rushed toward the restroom, my vision already turning blurry. The moment I stepped into the restroom, I gripped the sink for balance. My reflection stared back at me, flushed and trembling. Something was wrong. My skin burned as if a fire had been lit beneath it.

I wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not now. Not here. My breath came out uneven, my pulse racing so fast it made my head spin. Every nerve in my body felt alive, too alive, as though something inside me was awakening something I couldn't control.

"I'm a beta werewolf." I whispered to myself, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "I can control this. I can."

But the heat only grew stronger, crawling up my neck, spreading through my veins. My body disobeyed me. My hands shook as I pressed them against the cool marble sink, but even that couldn't soothe the fever rushing beneath my skin.

"What's happening to me?" I gasped softly.

The air felt heavy, thick with an unfamiliar scent musky, wild, and dangerous. My heart pounded harder. My mind screamed to leave, but my body was betraying me, craving something I didn't understand.

I closed my eyes, breathing hard, trying to fight the storm inside me.

I was feeling hot. I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this, I thought. My hormones weren't supposed to be acting up like this. I wasn't an omega . I was a beta female. At least I could control myself, but I couldn't as my body kept getting hotter and hotter. I groaned, pressing my legs together as I felt myself getting wet down there.

I kept rubbing my legs together," I moaned .

"Shit ,what was I doing,I felt like pleasuring myself. I could feel my nipples hardening,my hands reached up ,I hesitated but finally I brought it to my chest squeezing my tits.

"Aahhh ."I moaned again.

Then, I froze,I felt those deep green eyes watching me, that same person I saw earlier.My vision was getting blurry and my body was getting hotter. Maybe if this man could make me feel better, I wouldn't even remember what that bastard ex boyfriend of mine did .

I stepped closer to him,that face was familiar but I wasn't in the mood to find out. As I approached him,his scent was intoxicating.

You think I'm a little slut right " my voice came out sultry.

He didn't say anything just watched me, I took the initiative,I wrapped my arms around his neck,I had to stand on my feet to do that. He was freaking tall and huge.

Make me yours Daddy,make me your slut" I pressed a kiss to his chest, tracing my tongue around his nipples.

Hmmm,he grabbed my ass, raising me up." Then make sure you don't regret it,cause I'll make sure you cry out Daddy" His husky voice said.

Just hearing that voice made me more wet.

" I won't", I said and that was the only thing I remembered before leaving the bar

The first thing I felt was the light.It pierced through the sheer curtains and kissed my bare skin, forcing my eyes open.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe.

The ceiling above me wasn't mine. The scent in the air wasn't familiar. Everything around me screamed wealth and danger polished marble floors, soft silk sheets, the faint hum of an expensive air conditioner, and the distant sound of water dripping somewhere.

I blinked again, trying to make sense of it. "Where am I?"

The room was far too luxurious to belong to anyone I knew - white and gold walls, an ornate chandelier, floor-length curtains swaying lazily with the morning breeze. The bed I lay on was massive, draped in satin sheets that smelled faintly of sandalwood and something darker... something masculine.

My heart started to race.

Then the horror hit me.

I was completely naked.

"W–what..." I gasped, clutching the blanket to my chest. My whole body ached every muscle stiff, every nerve raw. When I tried to sit up, a sharp pain between my legs made me freeze, my breath catching in my throat.

My mind began to race. What happened?

And then, like a storm crashing through my thoughts, flashes of last night slammed into me.

A dark room. Music. The heat of his breath on my neck. Fingers tracing down my spine. The deep rumble of a voice I couldn't forget. The way he touched me firm, possessive, yet careful, like he already knew every inch of me.

The taste of his lips. The sound of my own breathless moans echoing in the dark.

My entire body shivered as the memory grew sharper, too vivid to deny.

And then I remembered his scent. Strong. Overwhelming. Wild. It wasn't just any man's scent. It had that commanding power that could only belong to one kind of wolf.

An Alpha.

I froze. My eyes widened, and I pressed my palm over my mouth. No... it can't be. I couldn't have slept with an Alpha.

I didn't even remember his face properly. Everything had been too dark, too rushed, too desperate. But I remembered his eyes - glowing faintly in the shadows, green like liquid fire. His voice still echoed in my head when he whispered my name like a secret.

And now, I was lying naked in a strange hotel room, reeking of his scent.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "What have I done?" I whispered, shame and panic curling through my stomach.

I forced myself out of bed, my legs shaking as I moved. My clothes were everywhere my skirt hanging from a chair, my blouse tossed across the floor, and my underwear torn slightly at the seam. My hands trembled as I picked them up, dressing in silence. I didn't dare look at the bed again.

There was no sign of him. The room was empty, cold, silent. But his scent still lingered - so potent that it made my heart race all over again.

I had to leave.

Before anyone saw me. Before I had to face what I'd done.Grabbing my purse, I slipped out of the room quietly, my pulse pounding in my ears as I rushed through the hallway and out into the sunlight.

When I reached home, the sun was already high in the sky. My father sat in the living room, a bottle of whiskey in his hand as usual. His eyes were dull, his jaw tight. The faint smell of alcohol filled the air.

He didn't even glance up when I entered.

"There's news for you," he muttered, taking another gulp. "Came from the pack house."

I stopped, confused. "The pack house?"

He only waved me off, uninterested. I frowned, remembering that I had sent in a job application a few weeks ago. Maybe this was about that.

But the thought barely settled before my chest began to tighten again memories from last night creeping into my head like smoke. *What have I done?*

I bit my lip hard, forcing back tears, and walked toward my room. I needed to think. To breathe.

Once inside, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor. Everything felt heavy , my body, my heart, my soul. I thought of Lucas, my boyfriend, the Alpha's son. His arrogant smirk. His lies. The betrayal I'd witnessed when I caught him with another woman.

That was the night everything fell apart. That was the night I ran straight into the arms of a stranger.

And now, this morning, I was paying the price.

"No more crying," I whispered to myself. "You can't undo what's done. You have to move forward."

I changed into a simple dress, tied my hair back, and headed toward the pack house. My father's words still echoed in my mind. News for you. I just hoped it was something good - something that might distract me from the mess I'd made.

As I approached the small office building behind the mansion, I noticed the Gamma standing by the door, a faint smile on his face.

"Kiera Gray?" he asked.

I nodded nervously. "Yes?"

He beamed and handed me an envelope with the pack's seal stamped on it. "Congratulations. You got the job."

My eyes widened. "I- I did?"

"Yes. The Alpha approved it personally," he said. "You'll be working directly at his company headquarters, starting Monday morning."

My hands trembled as I took the envelope. "Oh my goddess," I whispered.

I quickly tore it open and unfolded the letter inside. My eyes darted across the elegant handwriting.

> Congratulations, Ms. Kiera Gray.

> You have been selected to work as the personal secretary to CEO Damon Jordan.

For a few seconds, I just stood there, staring at the paper, unable to process it.

The Alpha's company? His personal secretary?

My throat went dry. "T–the Alpha himself?" I asked faintly.

The Gamma nodded. "Yes. It's a great opportunity, Kiera. You should be proud. Not many get that close to the Alpha."

I forced a small smile, though my stomach twisted painfully. "Yeah... I guess so."

As he congratulated me again and walked away, I stood there frozen, staring at the letter in disbelief.

This wasn't what I expected. I'd wanted a simple position something quiet, something small. Not a job that would place me directly under the most powerful man in the pack.

And yet, a strange chill ran through me as I reread his name.

Damon Jordan.

Why did that name stir something deep inside me?

Why did it make my heart race the same way it did last night . when that stranger whispered my name in the dark?

I shook the thought away. No. It can't be. I didn't even know the man's name.

Still, I couldn't stop the unease curling in my stomach.

What if... by some cruel twist of fate... the Alpha I'd just been hired to work for was the same man who'd held me last night?

I swallowed hard, clutching the letter to my chest. "Get a grip, Kiera," I whispered to myself. "You're overthinking. It was just one night. You'll never see that man again."

But deep down, something in me knew that wasn't true.

Because fate never let go so easily.

And whatever had begun that night... was far from over.