ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY ALPHA CEO

Allison's POVIt is closing hours after work and I am standing at the lobby, my eyes fixed on the entrance as I wait for Elsa. I do not fail to catch the front desk staff staring at me and whispering to each other. It doesn't move me anymore because I am already used to the constant gossip about me. They are gossiping about the same old thing. The low class omega girl who somehow managed to secure a job at this prominent company, yet lacking in the fashion flair that most of the employees here possess. “Who even wears that to a corporate job?” One of the ladies whispers and the second one replied.“I know right? Even if she works in the tech section, that doesn't give her a right to wear that to work. She is so embarrassing.”“I heard she is quite good with what she does, though. Matter of fact, she is the best software developer the company has. Rachel's dead jealous of her.”The ladies immediately fall into a reverent silence as a tall figure strides into the lobby, radiating an

Allison's POVI would give anything to go back to a time when my life was boring, simple. Right now, I don't have the luxury anymore. In the space of one night, I had fought with my best friend, found my boyfriend in my bed with a strange woman, ended a relationship of several years, spilled my miseries at a bar, and ended up having a one-night stand with my boss.Xander Black, my fucking boss! Ohh Jezz! How am I supposed to face him now? How can I go back to work, knowing what I know, and still function properly?I was so lost in thought all the way back to my apartment. Wish i no longer have to set foot in that company,but I have to, It's not like I have any other choice. I need the job.Getting to my apartment, I hurriedly took my bathe and got dressed for work.I definitely cannot think about him, cannot think about the way I can still feel the touch of his smooth skin, warmer than my cashmere blankets—Stop it, Allison. You said you wouldn't tell anyone. That includes yourself,

Allison's POVThe very next day, I'm on a bus taking me back to the outskirts of the pack. That miserable place where we Omegas have been forced to live. When I escaped from that place some years ago, I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back.I had worked harder than I thought possible, building my reputation as the best software developer in the most prestigious tech company in the city. I had clawed to the top with all my strength, only to take one hell of a fall and end up right back at the beginning.I sigh, looking away from the window and back at the screen of my phone. I had typed out a message to Elsa— I've been fired. I'm on my way back to the outskirts— and have spent hours trying to decide whether or not to send it. What if she's still mad at me? What if she reads the message and doesn't care? That would crush me completely. But this is Elsa, and if nothing else, I have faith in her kindness. So I tap the send icon and lean tiredly back into my seat. I miss my car alre

Allison's POVRachel shoots out of her chair so quickly that I flinch back. I can feel my knees starting to tremble. She doesn't just look like she's going to slap all the teeth out my mouth. She looks like she's going to transform and tear me to shreds.Oh no, I think. Did I go too far?Rachel glares at me for a moment that feels too long, chainsaws in her eyes. Then, all of a sudden, the anger gives way for apathy. It's like she's trying to say, "I'm bigger than that. And you're not worth beating up anyway.""Fine," she says, already turning her back to me. "I'll discuss your demands with the CEO, and I'll get back to you tomorrow."With that, she walks away. She leaves me staring after her, my fingers digging into my forearms where I had gripped them to steady myself. I'm still shaken with fear from our encounter. However, I'm also more than a little excited.If all goes well, I think giddily, I could have my old life back.……"Oh my gosh!" Elsa screams. "You did what, again? Let m

Allison's POVThis has to be some sort of sick joke, I think, my hands trembling. How can he show up in front of me after everything he's done? How dare he?I clench my hands into fists to hide the tremor, suddenly realizing something. I'm not trembling out of fear. I'm trembling out of anger. I take a deep breath to keep from exploding, and turn around to look at him.I expect my heart to ache at the sight of him, as it had done when I found him in my bed with that woman. Instead I feel nothing but a mild irritation. He has gone from being the greatest source of my pain to being a minor inconvenience. Like a tiny tear on the hem of a trouser.I'm a little surprised, though, to see him looking exactly the same as when I last saw him. Our time apart has changed me, and I guess I imagined that it had changed him too. But it's still the Peterson I remember: same pale hair I used to love running my hands through, the same muscular arms in which I had felt safe once upon a time. I can see