My Own Alpha Reject Me

Damon stared down at the text message on his phone for the third time, frowning as he read the words from his boss. He threw it on his desk, leaned back in his chair, and scrubbed his hands over his eyes. She couldn't be serious! He sat up with a sigh and stared around at his new office, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into.He thought back to the conversation he'd had with Jasmine James."We need somebody for both positions; you're more than qualified for them," Jasmine said as she poured the tea. What exactly is going on in the city?" Damon asked as he took the cup from her hands, holding his hand up when she offered him the small jug of milk."It's a mess; I had no choice but to remove the head; he was running the station into the ground," Jasmine said with a sigh. "It's all-out war, Damon," she said, placing her cup on her desk and leaning forward, her head in her hands."When was the last time you got any sleep?" Damon asked, concerned for his friend. She looked tired

Damon's eyes snapped open when he heard a commotion coming from down the corridor outside his room. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand: 06.37. Great, he had slept in! He climbed out of bed, swiftly throwing a plain black t-shirt on before opening his door and peering down the corridor."See the vampires face...""I wasn't expecting that.""Damon will hear..."Damon sighed internally before marching through the door and following the voices down the corridor. He turned a corner to find Ram laughing and joking with two other wolves, shaking something that rattled in his hand. Damon had seen the two wolves around over the last few days—Marcus and Mateo, he remembered. He grinned a predatory grin when he looked over his shoulder, catching sight of him."Damon has already heard, gentlemen," Ram said as he stalked toward the three men, his bare feet silent on the marble tiles. "I suggest you hand that over to Ram," Damon said, pushing a fraction of Alpha into his tone, warning Ram tha

Clary stared intently at the liquid she was brewing. She stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of her fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden color. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of her products, she thought with a smile. She glanced up when her wards went off, a few seconds before a magic circle opened into the room."Just wait!" Adira, her twin sister, said over her shoulder as she stepped into the room, closing the blinds with a wave of her hand before her mate, Jordon, stepped through the portal. "Three more orders," she said as she handed her a piece of paper and pressed a kiss to her cheek."So, has the Royal Alpha arrived yet?" Jordon asked by way of greeting, glancing into the corners of the room as if he expected the man to run at him with a stak

Yuri franziu a testa e disse:- É sobre a restauração do Palácio da Pena. Estou planejando fazer com que a Barbosa & Guimarães e a ARX Brasil, uma subsidiária do Grupo Garcia, concorram no leilãolicitação, mas Sandro é contra.A Barbosa & Guimarães foi um presente de Yuri para Lavínia após sua formatura, mas, nos últimos anos, não apresentou nenhum desenvolvimento significativo.O Grupo Mendes, que não se enriqueceu através da construção, via a existência desse estúdio como um alvo para alguns acionistas que desejavam eliminá-lo.Os três projetos arquitetônicos que surpreenderam o país e o exterior, ela os conquistou secretamente e todos foram entregues a Marcelo, do Grupo Garcia.Agora, refletindo, ela se considerava tola!Com o desenvolvimento estagnado da Barbosa & Guimarães, Lavínia sentia que a responsabilidade era toda sua.- Sandro é contra porque acha que o Grupo Garcia é o grande nome da arquitetura e que a Barbosa & Guimarães não tem capacidade de competir, envergonhando o Gr

Moni stared at her best friend as he turned away from them, dropping the mask he had so carefully pulled across his features. She could feel the tremble of his hand and could see the clenching of the muscles of his arm as he gripped her hand. She had never seen him like this; he was always so controlled and so strong whenever he faced an impossible situation, but this? It had been a long time since she had seen him lose any of his rigid self-control, and she had never seen that look on his face before—that gut-clenching look of absolute desolation.She knew the others in the room would see an unfeeling, cold exterior, thinking him unaffected by the situation, but she knew better; she knew him like nobody else. Seeing the rigid way he held himself, the way he wouldn't look the Omega in the eye, the shake of his entire body as he held himself back, it made her want to take him in her arms and hug the pain away, something she had never felt the need to do before. She would usually just te