Chapter 8 Hired by a Billionaire Alpha

Angel’s POV

Despite having graduated from the Royal Academy with excellence in combat, transformation theory, and wolf-pack administration… none of it mattered when no one wanted to hire me.

The world didn’t judge me by my skills. It judged me by my past.

Still, everyday, I woke up, got dressed, tied my hair back, and headed out.

I spent most of my time submitting resumes. Dozens of them. Combat academies, administrative posts, tutoring programs, basic patrol positions, even clerical roles far below anything a Royal Academy scholar should apply for.

Rejection notifications rolled in one by one.

“Thank you for your interest, but we have selected a different candidate.”

“After reviewing your background, we feel you may not be the right match for our team.”

“We appreciate your application, but we require applicants with more… stable circumstances.”

Despite the disappointments, I pushed myself to focus on the idea of becoming a combat commander someday. A  warrior stood on their own strength. If I studied hard enough, trained long enough, maybe I could build a life that wasn’t defined by Bastien’s shadow.

In between applications, I pulled up the Werewolf Recruitment Platform. There, I came across an ad.

Private Tutor Needed — For a 7-year-old boy

Location: Silvermoon Clan

Contact: Beta Ronan

I knew about the Silvermoon Clan. It was close to Scar pack.

Without hesitating, I submitted my resume, then sent a polite message to Beta Ronan directly. A few minutes later, he responded with a request to meet.

Beta Ronan was waiting for me at a small café. From his expression, I figured he’d done his research before meeting me. He rose politely when I arrived.

“Angel,” he greeted.

“Beta Ronan, great to meet you.” I smiled

He simply nodded and gestured for me to sit.

I presented my qualifications, highlighting my academic strengths, combat scores, and any relevant experiences. Ronan listened carefully, occasionally nodding with an expression that seemed genuinely approving.

“Impressive,” he said finally. “I can see why you graduated from the Royal Academy with high honors.”

“I think you would do very well with the kid,” Ronan continued. “We’ve been struggling to find someone with both academic excellence and combat experience. Someone of your standing.”

I smiled but deep inside, I was so excited. I had finally landed a job.

“Thank you,” I said, letting out a small breath. “I can start after completing the handover at my current job.”

Ronan extended his hand. “Then I look forward to working with you, Angel.”

I shook his hand. He left shortly afterwards in a sleek car.

When I exited the café, my phone buzzed. It was Finn.

For a moment, I hesitated. The mother inside me still yearned for him. But the ache of betrayal was still raw. I answered anyway.

“Mom,” Finn said flatly. “Can you come back and make bouquets for an event tonight?”

His tone was more of an order than a request.

Bouquet-making had always triggered severe allergic reactions for me. I used to endure it, nose swelling, throat burning just to make Finn happy. Back then, I had believed sacrifice was love.

But sacrifice had nearly destroyed me.

“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t have time.”

There was a pause.

“Okay.”

And then he hung up.

I stared at my phone for a moment, then pocketed it. Choosing to ignore all the emotions I felt.

Around noon, I decided to drop by the restaurant and celebrate the tutor job’s potential. The restaurant was quiet, warm, almost peaceful.

Until I saw the two people who had destroyed that peace forever. Bastien and Lilian.

They sat at a table by the window. Lilian was smiling, shy and sweet, and Bastien…Bastien was looking at her in an adoring way.

My feet were rooted to the floor, and for a moment, I forgot why I was there in the first place.

I heard Lilian’s voice carry across the room. “I can’t believe you still remember my preferences after all these years.”

Bastien chuckled gently and reached for her plate.

“I never forgot for a moment,” he said, peeling a shrimp for her with careful fingers.

I swallowed hard. I had spent years arranging meals around his and Finn’s preferences, memorizing every detail. When has he ever peeled anything for me? Remembered one thing about me?

Never.

Lilian blushed. “Stop… you’re making me shy.”

“I should cook for you sometime,” Bastien added softly.

She beamed. “Then I’ll learn to cook too.”

Watching them was like staring through a window into a life that had never belonged to me. I remembered years of trying to meet Bastien’s perfectionism—folding clothes the specific way he liked, seasoning meals to his impossible palate, tailoring my schedule around Finn’s tantrums.

And now?

Bastien was learning to cook. He was actually learning to cook for Lilian, something he had previously never done. Finn had matured—only for Lilian. The two people I had broken myself for… were giving their best to someone else.

The thought itself pained me, but actually seeing them, broke me in many ways I had never even thought of.

Bastien’s POV

When I returned home later on that night, I was fatigued.  As I passed by the master bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. The room was dark.

Curious, I turned on the light.

It was empty.The bed was perfectly neat.I frowned.

Where was she?

I headed downstairs and found Gamma sorting through files. “Gamma,” I asked casually, “has Angel been home today?”

Gamma didn’t look up. “Angel? She hasn’t returned in over half a month, Alpha.”

I blinked. “…What?”

“The last time she left was with her sister, Dana. She didn’t say when she’d be back.”

My brow twitched in mild irritation, then eased.

Angel probably just went to Dana’s house to visit her. I didn’t think too much of it. After all… she would come back eventually when she got tired.