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Chapter 2

Author: Eniee
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-22 03:02:09

Sun shone through the thick clouds as I made my way through the pavements of Broadway. The city was large but the population continued to overgrow because of the population of more werewolves . The morning scent of fresh, warm cakes made its way to my nostrils and I took in a deep breath.

It smelled delicious and alluring but I could not get it for myself so I stepped ahead and walked into the building.I glanced at the time - perfect. I was not late.

"I'm Clara Darwin and I'm here for the interview for the position of the marketing manager," I said to the receptionist. She nodded her head and picked up the phone resting beside her.

A few words uttered out of her mouth and then she closed the call.

"Mr. Jameson is in his office. It's on the sixth floor to the right," she responded with a smile on her face. I nodded my head and stepped inside the glass elevator that took me to the sixth floor.

The building was large but I'm was amazed. I was thankful for landing on a good interview after getting fired from my previous job. I was fired due to some problem that was created between me and my boss. It wasn't an accident as I broke his nose purposely when he tried to touch me in places I didn't want to be touched. After that, I was kicked out. It was not fair, I needed to beat the shit out of him.

I didn't regret what went down in the office last week. Mr. Aston was an evil, old man who couldn't keep his hands of young girls. He deserved what was coming in his way. That fractured nose was going to teach him something and I was glad of that. I just wished I did more damage to his body and not his face alone

As I stepped outside the elevator, I noticed something, a thick scent of a wolf - it reminded me of the wolves I came across last night. Flashes appeared in front of me as I moved around the small place. I panicked, There couldn't be a wolf here. This area of the city belonged to humans it wasn't his territory. I argued with myself.

"Ms. Clara, I was expecting you," A man's voice made its way to my ears. I turned around and faced a handsome man with bold features. A wolf. My natural instincts screamed to run out of this place at once but I required this job. It was my only last hope for survival. My bills were due and I needed to land on a job immediately or else I would be in the streets sooner than I could imagine.

I bit back my scream as the man stood tall in front of me. He was a wolf, a wolf who had chased me last night. I could remember his scent, I could smell him but he couldn't smell me as I had control over my scent. No one could.

Get a hold, Clara. I reminded myself before pushing my hand towards him.

"Mr. Jameson, it's nice to meet you finally" I said with a sharp smile, so I wouldn’t look suspicious.

"Oh, please, call me James." He shook my hand with great pressure. A strange feeling trickled down my spin and I shuddered. There was a strong aura surrounded around this man. He clearly wasn't the Alpha I was running away from. "Come in, please. I was quite impressed by your resume, you have got quite a bundle of skills!" Mr. Jameson exclaimed as he walked inside the office. The warmth of his hand on mine still lingered after he parted it away. It didn't feel the usual-maybe it was because I had never touched another wolf I hope so.

He sat on his leather chair and smiled at me warmly. "So, tell me a little more about yourself?" My CV and resume were placed in front of him yet he wanted to know more about me.

"There is nothing much, everything is stated in my resume and CV. I snapped back. My confidence disappeared as soon as I came into terms that he was a werewolf. Just last night, the man sitting in front of me was chasing me down with his brothers. The thought of it made me quiver.

Where do you come from, Ms. Clara?"

Of course. My resume only stated jobs I had done over the past six years.

There was no information about me before that. It was six years ago when I moved Broadway to start a new life as a lone-wolf. I despised my pack, my parents and my alpha - they were absolutely deeming and disgusting in every sort of way.

"'I used to live with my parents a few

years ago,"

"And where was that?" His smoothly trimmed eyebrow raised at me with suspicion. God no!. Mr. Jameson was a well-known businessman here in Broadway but it was my first time meeting him.

"Just nearby...

"Alright. It's okay if you don't want to give details but I may inform you that we are required to do a background check before employing anyone in the company. If you're comfortable with that, we can continue and I can give you the offer letter." He explained.

"Of course, I don't have any problem!" My background was clear as the ocean.Not once I had landed in prison I explained.

Mr. Jameson presented me with the offer letter stating the terms for this job. It was a marketing position with quite an impressive pay. After going through the details, I signed the letter and handed it back to him. It stated that I had to start from tomorrow but Mr. Jameson seemed to have a different date.

"I won't be here tomorrow so we can start from next Monday," Tonight was the blood moon and male wolves were known to hunt down females and claim them as their mates. I preferred staying indoors for the rest of the weekend.

"No problem!" I got up and placed my bag over my shoulder.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you on Monday then, Ms. Clara".

"You too," Mr. Jameson.

I walked out of the building then and there. I was still uncomfortable with the idea of working with a werewolf - a specific one who had tried to hunt me a couple of times but it was just for a few months. As soon as my rent and bills were covered, I would leave and look for something else. I can’t risk anything for my safety.

Mr. Jameson wasn't the problem here, it was his Alpha that I was running away from - Martin- the cruel man with extremely impressive powers. The Alpha never came out for hunting me down, he only sent his men, his warriors. They all wanted my head as they found me dangerous. It was illegal to rest on another territory and it made sense that the Alpha wanted me dead.

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