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.

I stood in front of a big company, hesitating to go in. The glass walls stretched so high I could see the sky reflecting off them sharp, silver, and intimidating. Through the transparent doors, I could already see people buzzing around, rushing from desk to desk, dressed in expensive suits and moving like their lives depended on every second.

I swallowed hard. My heart thudded painfully in my chest.

I was surprised to even see both the lowest-ranking werewolves working here the omegas.

They were everywhere typing, answering phones, carrying files. It was... surreal. To think that a girl like me, a Beta's daughter, would now be walking into this building.

Inhaling deeply, I gathered every ounce of courage left in me and stepped forward.

The moment I pushed the door open, a sharp gust of air-conditioned wind hit my face, carrying the scent of polished floors and freshly brewed coffee.

I entered, only to bump into someone carrying stacks of papers.

The papers went flying into the air, fluttering around us like snow. Gasps followed.

All eyes turned, facing me every single one of them. The silence that followed was deafening. My throat went dry, my palms sweaty. For a second, I thought I would collapse right there from embarrassment.

The girl I'd bumped into looked furious. Her lips curled slightly as she glared at me like I'd done it on purpose. Before I could even open my mouth, the air in the room shifted. The scent of authority rolled through the office and suddenly, James the Alpha's Gamma, walked in.

"Alright, that's enough," he said firmly. "Everyone back to work."

His voice alone was enough to break the tension building up. Heads bowed, whispers scattered, and just like that the workers dispersed.

I exhaled shakily. My knees still felt weak.

"I'm so sorry," I muttered quickly, bending down to help the girl pick up the papers she'd dropped. My hands trembled as I gathered them, offering her a few pages I'd managed to pick up.

She didn't even look at me. She just snatched them from my hand, her expression cold and dismissive.

Leaving my hands hanging.

I blinked, stunned, before hearing a low chuckle beside me.

"They're all jealous," James said, amusement curling in his tone.

"Jealous of what?" I asked, surprised, glancing up at him.

He smirked slightly, eyes glinting. "You now get to see the Alpha every day. Work with him every day."

The words made my stomach tighten.

Oh. Right.

I almost forgot that I was the Alpha's secretary or as they put it, his assistant.

The realization hit me again like a wave. I'd be working directly under the most powerful man in the entire pack the Alpha himself.

"Are you quitting here?" I asked curiously, remembering that James had always been the Alpha's assistant before me.

"I have to act like a stand-in CEO for the other company in Country D," he replied smoothly.

"Oh," I nodded, trying to sound calm even though my heart was racing.

"Now let's get you to work," he said, gesturing for me to follow.

He led the way through the sleek hallways, marble floors gleaming, walls lined with glass and portraits of past Alphas. I tried to memorize every turn as he showed me around: my small but elegant office, the Alpha's private suite-like workspace, the restrooms, and other key departments.

Everywhere we went, people stared. Some smiled politely; others just looked... annoyed.

Whispers trailed behind me. That's her. The Beta's daughter. The Alpha's new secretary.

My stomach twisted tighter with every step.

Soon, James left for an urgent business trip, his scent fading down the corridor, and I was finally alone standing in front of my desk, a sleek tablet in my hands, filled with the Alpha's schedule.

It was already 8:00 on the dot.

Alpha Damien arrived every morning at 8:30 sharp.

And according to the list, I was supposed to have his Americano coffee ready by the time he stepped into his office.

I glanced at the clock, panic already kicking in. "Oh no."

Rushing out, I quickly went to the café downstairs, ordered his usual, and hurried back up, clutching the cup like it was a lifeline. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I moved as fast as I could without tripping.

A minute to 8:30, I reached his office door my heart pounding like a drum. I placed the cup on the tray, took a steadying breath, and entered quietly to drop it off before he arrived.

The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.

The Alpha's office was nothing like the others dark, massive, and filled with the heavy scent of cedarwood and power.

Everything screamed authority: the sleek black desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and the faint hum of silence that felt almost alive.

As I approached his desk to place the coffee down, some documents caught my eye. The ink, the signature at the bottom, the bolded words Confidential: Pack Alliance Merger Proposal.

I didn't mean to pry. But something about it made me pause.

My fingers hovered above the papers. I was so absorbed that I didn't even hear the door open.

"What are you doing?"

The voice deep, smooth, and commanding sliced through the silence.

I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid.

Slowly, I turned my eyes meeting his.

And there he was.

The Alpha

The air around him seemed to thicken his scent flooding the room, his gaze dark and unreadable. My heart skipped painfully as I realized I couldn't even breathe properly.

Before I could form a word, before I could even blink, the cup of coffee in his hand tipped slightly spilling straight onto me.

The dark liquid soaked through my shirt, seeping into my skin.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, stumbling backward. The shock made me drop my tablet, my hand flying to my chest. The coffee wasn't even that hot, but the suddenness and the sheer shock of the moment made my pulse jump out of rhythm.

For a split second, all I could do was stare, trembling, heart hammering at the man standing in front of me.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered, bowing my head.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me. I noticed his gaze on my chest the coffee had soaked my shirt to the extent of seeing my upper chest.

I quickly covered it with my hands, my face turning red from embarrassment and something wild.

I turned to escape, but he held me back, gesturing to a room in his office.

I didn't understand what he meant as I was just staring at him.

"You have to change your shirt. I'll call someone to get you a new shirt," he said.

"Oh," I nodded, rushing inside the room.

I took off the shirt and my bra was already wet. I looked around and saw a shirt. I quickly removed my bra and wore the shirt. I intended to clean the bra, hoping to wipe out the stain and smell of coffee.

After I was done, I came out of the restroom and met the Alpha waiting for me in the room.

The shirt was transparent as my nipples were bulging out, we were just staring at each other until he walked closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he inhaled my scent. I was starting to feel hot like that night.

I stood there, watching as he approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. The room was filled with an electric tension, the air thick with anticipation.

He was close now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck, causing me to moan involuntarily.

His hands found their way to my chest, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning my shirt. He squeezed my tits gently, eliciting another moan from me.

He then placed a kiss on my lips, a slow, sensual kiss that made me lose all sense of reason. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around him as he lifted me up.

His hands continued to explore my body, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. He kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his hands moving down to my skirt. He unzipped it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled it off and tossed it aside.

I was desperate for him now, my pussy aching for his touch. I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. He chuckled softly, his hands covering mine. "Easy, baby girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I sat up, straddling him as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hard dick pressing against me through his pants. I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy aching for him.

He kissed me again, his hands moving to my tits as I rode him. I could feel his dick getting harder, pressing against my wet pussy. I moaned, my hands moving to his pants. I wanted him, needed him inside me.

He laid me back on the bed, his hands moving to his pants. He unzipped them, pulling out his long, hard dick. I gasped, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of him. He chuckled again, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs.

He teased my pussy with his dick, rubbing it against my wet folds. I moaned, my hands moving to his hips. "Please," I begged, "I need you inside me."

He obliged, pushing into me slowly. I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He moved slowly, his dick filling me completely. He kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he moved inside me.

I moaned, my hands moving to his back as he fucked me. He moved slowly at first, his dick moving in and out of me in long, slow strokes. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around his dick.

He sped up, his dick moving in and out of me faster and faster. I moaned, my hands moving to his ass as I pulled him closer. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his dick.

He groaned, his dick moving in and out of me faster and faster. I could feel him getting closer, his dick twitching inside me. He moaned, his dick pulsing as he came inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, my pussy still clenching around his dick. We laid there for a moment, our breaths mingling as we came down from our orgasms.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Fuck, you're so hot," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I smiled, my hands moving to his face. "You're not so bad yourself," I whispered back, my voice filled with lust.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again. I moaned, my hands moving to his back as he moved inside me again.

Hours of tossing and turning,I fell asleep