REJECTED: Hired to Breed

KILLIAN I turned off the car engine and got out of the car. My assistant, Colby stood beside the car with his hands clutched in front of him. I was dealing with a hangover and tossed him the car keys. "Tell them to postpone any meetings I have at the office. I need to rest today," I said to him while walking towards the front door. I was hungover from all the glasses of drinks I had the previous night from our drinking spree at the opening of my new club. All I needed was a cold shower and a long, long sleep and I was getting it for the whole of the day; work can wait. I removed my jacket and tossed it at him as well. "Er... Alpha..." Colby called following me. "Colby if it doesn't involve sexy women, don't tell me about it." "It's actually..." "No, no, I am not attending to anything today, my head needs to rest." "This is about..." "My signature on that document? I am sure it can wait till tomorrow." I put my hand on the

KARLA "What's the matter with her, doctor?" I asked with a slight crease of my brow, my gaze fixed on the physician. Ana, sitting beside me, gently squeezed my hand, offering silent reassurance. The doctor held my gaze for a moment before speaking. "Is there a father or elder I can speak with?" she inquired. "I'm twenty, and I'm the only family she has," I replied, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes. Despite my age, I appeared thin and smaller, a consequence of the immense stress I had gone through while taking care of myself and my mom. The doctor let out a deep sigh. "I hope you can handle this news. We've discovered a significant presence of alcohol and drugs in your mother's system, and she needs rehabilitation to get clean. Unfortunately, she has also been diagnosed with type two diabetes, though it's in the early stages. We have no choice but to admit her, detoxify her system, and closely monitor her blood sugar levels." "What?" I blinked back tears that threatene

KILLIAN Thursday dawned, bringing with it a sense of reluctance that weighed heavily upon me. The thought of visiting my mother's house filled me with an inexplicable apprehension, yet curiosity gnawed at the edges of my mind, urging me to uncover the reason behind her summons. In an attempt to delay the inevitable, I dawdled, succumbing to the visit only because my curiosity outweighed my hesitation. Colby killed the car engine and courteously came around to open the door for me. Upon entering my mother's living room, a familiar yet unsettling scene greeted me. There she was, poised and composed, in the company of our family attorney, Mr. Wallace. The sight of him, always a sign of serious matters, sent a ripple of unease through me. My gaze then drifted to the large screen dominating the room, where Saxton's image loomed, his presence digitally imposed yet palpably intrusive. Confusion furrowed my brows. "What's he doing here?" I asked, directing my questioning gaze at my mother.

KARLA I couldn't quite grasp the overwhelming sensation that washed over me at that very moment. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. A strange, tingling feeling coursed through me, igniting an ache between my thighs at the mere thought of straddling him. His scent, laced with the unmistakable aroma of alcohol, drifted toward me, and was strangely alluring. "Spread your legs, little omega," he said again when I hesitated, his voice a low rumble. Indignation flared within me. I was not a slut, and he should have just asked me to give him a lap dance instead of saying I should spread my legs for him. There were rules here and I refuse to give him any personal services. "I'm sorry, but there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here." "Who made those rules?" he asked, relaxing on the couch and whirling the wine in his glass. "The owner of this place," I replied tersely, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. I knew he only wanted to use and to

KARLA "What the fuck?!" someone exclaimed in my dreams, jolting me from sleep. I shifted restlessly, rolling onto my side, struggling to shake off the lingering fog of sleep, as the voice persisted, its vulgarity slicing through the quiet of the room. "How the fuck did this happen? Hey, you, get the fuck out of my bed!"My eyes fluttered open, dispelling the remnants of sleep. The realization dawned that the voice wasn't a figment of my dreams but a stark, waking reality. And it was a voice I recognized all too well. Looming over me, with a tempest brewing in his eyes, was Alpha Killian, his presence as commanding as it was infuriating. "Good morning," I greeted, attempting to defuse the tension. "How did you manage to get in here?" he demanded, brushing aside my greeting.Confusion creased my brow as I sat up, drawing the bed sheet close to veil my nakedness. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Was he feigning ignorance, or had the events of the previous night slipped fr