ログインI pressed my lips together as I stood outside Rosina’s office, the faint hum of the intercom still ringing in my ears. My fingers tightened around the porcelain cup of coffee I had just delivered, the heat seeping into my skin like a slow, deliberate burn. The entire morning had been nothing but tension layered on tension, and now this—this was just the final insult sprinkled on an already bleeding wound.Rosina was collecting her things with sharp, clipped movements, the kind that spoke of rage tightly leashed beneath a polished smile. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was calm, composed, in control. But I could feel it—no, I could sense it—the anger radiating off her like heat from molten stone. The air in her office was thick, heavy, as though it might suffocate me if I stayed too long.She smiled, the corners of her lips lifting in that sweet, dangerous way of hers, and pressed the intercom button.“Bring me a cup of coffee,” she said smoothly. “And make sure Kira deliver
After I got a little bit better, the pounding in my head didn’t fully leave—it only dulled into a heavy ache, like something pressing from the inside of my skull. I moved slowly around my apartment, every step measured, every sound too loud. The kettle whistled, and I winced, turning it off quickly before the noise drilled straight through me.I made myself toast and coffee, even though my stomach protested. The smell of burnt bread filled the small kitchen, but I didn’t care. I needed something—anything—to ground me. I carried the mug and plate to the couch and sank down, curling my legs beneath me.The TV flickered to life, my favorite show playing in the background. I wasn’t really watching it. My eyes followed the scenes, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. I felt hot, despite the cool air in the room. Hot and hollow.Nobody actually cared about me.The thought settled heavily in my chest. Not my father—who was probably drunk again, passed out somewhere without even noticing
By noon, the entire office felt… different.Not loud, not chaotic—just buzzing. Like a hive stirred by something sweet and dangerous at the same time. I could feel it in the air the moment I stepped out of the records room, a strange undercurrent of excitement humming beneath the usual keyboard clicks and ringing phones.Whispers floated past me as I walked down the aisle between cubicles.“…Did you hear?”“…Rosina said it herself…”“…The Alpha really adores her…”I slowed my steps, pretending to adjust the files in my hands while my ears strained to catch more.One of the girls—high-pitched voice, too cheerful—laughed softly. “Just one word from her, and the Alpha already approved it. A free dinner tonight. For everyone.”Another squealed. “At that restaurant! The biggest one in the city!”I stopped breathing for half a second.A company dinner?My grip tightened on the folder. In all the years I’d worked here—years of staying late, fixing mistakes that weren’t mine, swallowing insul
I didn’t even realize how quiet the office had become until my own breathing started to sound too loud in my ears.When I was done with work, the day’s event had been hectic. My shoulders ached, my fingers were stiff from hours of typing, and my eyes burned from staring at lines of text that no longer made sense. I quickly stood up, packed the files into a neat stack, and went over to the HR team to send them in, telling myself that once this was done, I could finally go home. Just that one last task. Just one.That was when I met Rosina.Rosina—the highest-ranked position in this company after the Alpha himself. A woman whose heels echoed authority before she even spoke, whose sharp gaze made people straighten their backs instinctively. She took the documents from my hands and flipped through them slowly, deliberately, her manicured fingers tapping against the pages as if she were counting my mistakes before she even found one.She stared at the documents just briefly before closing
After that ball night and that frenzy night at the Alpha’s villa, I arrived at work this morning with my shoulders stiff and my heart heavier than usual. The building looked the same from the outside—tall glass walls reflecting the early sunlight, guards standing at their posts, employees streaming in with their badges—but the atmosphere felt different the moment I stepped inside.Everyone was whispering about me.I felt it before I fully registered it. The sudden pauses in conversations. The way voices dropped when I walked past. The glances—some curious, some envious, some openly judgmental—followed me down the hallway like invisible fingers brushing against my skin. I kept my head straight, my expression neutral, pretending not to notice, but inside, my chest tightened with every step.I knew this would happen.They had seen me with him.They had seen me beside their boss, the CEO, the Alpha himself, at the gala meeting. They had seen the way we stood too close, the way his attenti
I lifted Kira easily, her weight nothing against my strength, but the sight of her — weak, trembling, barely conscious — made something sharp twist inside my chest. Several meters away, Lucas stood rigid, fists clenched, eyes burning with a rage that matched mine. I ignored him completely.Kiera came first.I lowered her gently into the passenger seat, her body restless and hot with whatever had been slipped into her system. She whimpered softly, fingers pulling desperately at the fabric of her gown, her breath short and uneven.Without thinking, I shrugged off my coat and laid it over her shaking form, tucking it around her shoulders.I shut the door and moved quickly around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. My jaw was tight enough to crack as I grabbed my phone and dialed the pack doctor immediately.“Are you free? I need you at my villa now,” I said, my voice low, strained with urgency I rarely allowed anyone to hear. Her soft groans filled the car.







