His The CEO

Stanley stood outside the opulent business complex. He held the documents in his hand, as his chest raced.

He walked into the human world to get himself job opportunities. He left everything away—his house in the pack and title as the Alpha.

Now, this is a new life for him. One away from the pack trouble and yearly rejection.

He walked into the building and approached the female attendant.

She gave him a smile as he walked closer to her. "You must be Stanley Wood—"

He nodded.

"Okay, the MD has been expecting you." She walked out from her counter with a smile.

"Come with me."

Her legs clicked against the tile floor, each step getting closer to the brown, 6'7 feet door.

The door felt hard to get close to, for Stanley. He didn't know what hid behind those closed doors.

The young lady knocked on the door. "Come in!" a voice said from the other side.

The voice—cold and calm.

It felt familiar to Stanley.

The door swung open. A man sat backing the office entrance.

Stanley walked in slowly, as the air conditioner in the room sent chills through his skin.

The room was as cold as the first day of winter.

"Good luck!" the lady whispered before walking out the door.

Stanley's legs felt heavy for him to carry. Both hands were wet as if he had dipped his arms into water.

"Good morning, sir. I'm Mr. Stanley Wood—" his voice cracked.

"You can sit."

He walked to the chair, dragged it backward, trying not to make any sound with the chair. He sat there, placing his document on his lap.

"We meet again—" Stanley almost lost his breath as the man turned his chair around to look at him.

It was the man from the club last night. The man that kissed his warm lips.

Stanley sat there, dumbfounded. His whole words flew away.

"Nice meeting you again." Joshua stretched his hand for a handshake.

Stanley's mind was not just there. He was lost in his own world of thoughts.

Joshua stood up from his chair and tapped his shoulder.

"Why are you always lost?" Stanley took a deep breath, trying to process everything that's going on.

He was the guy he saw at the club—he didn’t look like a Managing Director or a CEO. He was...

"It's nothing."

"Okay..." He paused and looked into his eye, as if something was there.

"The kiss was a mistake, sir—I don't see myself doing that again. I'm straight."

Joshua stood up from the large table edge and walked back to his seat.

"You're straight but you couldn't resist my touch and lips."

His words were like torture to his heart.

"Sorry, I came here for a business interview and not things that happened before."

Joshua relaxed well on his chair and cleared his throat, as if something hung in there.

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"Your resume."

Stanley didn't hesitate before dropping it on the table. He pushed it forward to him.

Joshua picked it up, glancing through every page, and taking his time to go through them.

"First class in business marketing." Joshua lifted his head up, while Stanley just gave a weak smile.

Joshua’s fingers tapped gently against the sleek mahogany table as he flipped through the last page of Stanley’s resume. Silence hung between them, thick and awkward, only broken by the low hum of the air conditioner.

"You’re overqualified for this role," Joshua finally said, his voice measured.

Stanley clenched his fists on his lap, trying not to flinch. "I don’t mind starting small. I just… I need a new start."

Joshua’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, unreadable and sharp. "A new start from what, exactly?"

Stanley’s throat tightened. "Personal reasons," he replied, his tone clipped.

Joshua raised a brow. "You ran away from something. Or someone."

Stanley looked down. "That’s none of your business."

The air grew tense again. Joshua leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "You know, last night… you looked different."

Stanley exhaled, frustrated. "Please, can we not talk about last night?"

"I wasn’t going to," Joshua said coolly. "But it seems you can’t stop bringing it up."

Stanley opened his mouth to protest but stopped himself. Joshua smirked as he stood up, walking over to the wide glass window overlooking the city. He spoke without turning around.

"You’re not the only one starting over, Stanley."

Stanley blinked. "What do you mean?"

Joshua turned back, the sunlight casting a golden hue across his sharp features. "Let’s just say... I know how it feels to leave behind a life you didn’t choose."

Stanley tilted his head slightly, curious despite himself.

"Tell me, why leave everything behind? Your family. Your title. Your... pack."

Stanley froze.

His eyes shot up to meet Joshua’s, who was now staring at him with an intensity that stripped every layer of control from him.

"I never mentioned anything about a pack," Stanley whispered.

Joshua gave a slow, deliberate smile. "No, you didn’t."

A long silence passed. Stanley’s heartbeat roared in his ears. His entire body stiffened, fingers twitching slightly on his lap.

"Who are you?" Stanley asked quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

Joshua walked slowly back to the desk, placing his hands on the edge, leaning in slightly. "Let’s just say... I have a foot in both worlds. And I tend to recognize people like you when I see them."

Stanley stood up, suddenly uncomfortable. "If this is a joke—"

"It’s not." Joshua’s voice dropped low. "You’re not the only one hiding from the supernatural world, Stanley. Some of us never got the choice to walk away."

Stanley’s breath hitched. His mind raced with questions, confusion, and something else—fear. A strange kind of fear that wasn’t just about exposure, but about what this man knew… and what he might want.

"I—I should leave," Stanley said, stepping away from the chair.

Joshua didn’t stop him, only said, "Are you really ready to throw away this opportunity, just because the past decided to catch up?"

Stanley paused at the door. His back was to Joshua, but his mind was a whirlwind. He had come here for a fresh start. But instead, he had just walked right into something far deeper… and far more dangerous.

"You said I was overqualified," he said slowly.

"I also said I was expecting you," Joshua replied. "Think about what that means."

Stanley turned the handle, but before he opened the door, Joshua added with a low voice:

"Oh, and Stanley?"

He stopped, not looking back.

"I wasn’t drunk last night. That kiss? That connection?" A pause. "I felt it. You did too."

Stanley’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t reply. Couldn’t.

He opened the door, stepped out, and shut it behind him.

His legs moved on autopilot as he walked down the hallway, but his thoughts were spiraling.

Who was Joshua? How did he know about the pack? And why did his scent… feel so familiar?

Stanley pressed his back against the wall once he reached the lobby, trying to steady his breath. His phone buzzed.

A text. One that sent chills down the spine.