MasukNARAYA“It's Kate. Not Katherine,” I said, pulling out my phone.“Whatever,” Zilla slurred.I quickly brought out Kate's card from behind my phone and punched in her number. She picked up on the second ring.“Hi,” she said into the phone.“Hey. This is Naraya. The lady from the job interview.”I waited for the recognition, but it never came.“Uhm... you said I should call you. Your friend might...”“Yeah. Naraya,” she chuckled. “How are you? I hope you've gotten over what happened in the office with Mr. Barclay?”Zilla leaned closer, whispering, “Why are you smiling?”I pushed the phone aside. “Yes, Kate. I have. Thank you. I called to inquire more about the job and see if it's something I can do.”“What?” Kate asked.I screamed my words the second time.“Yeah. That,” she answered. “Where are you? It's so noisy.”“I'm...” I looked around me and caught Daryl's eyes and smiled. “I'm at a bar.”“Ouwww,” she cooed. “A party girl, right?”“No, no,” I chuckled. “I just...” I inhaled, seeing
NARAYA“The car is yours. I'll take a cab.”Even with the keys in my hands, everything felt surreal. Dad offered to drive me off before ordering a cab for himself.I waited until his ride arrived, but he insisted I went inside before stepping into the cab.I stared outside my window, and the white Camry stared back at me.Oh, goddess.I had completely forgotten about the large tub of vanilla ice cream, tossing it into the fridge as I turned to the brand-new phone on my bedside table.Dad had bought that too.Apparently, seeing me struggle with my old phone while texting Zilla had been enough for him to decide I needed a replacement.{You wouldn't believe what happened.} I typed into my old phone. I didn't want to go through the stress of changing all my details tonight.{Shoot, girl. What happened?} Her reply came in like she'd been waiting for my text all day.{I just got back from work.} Her next text read.I didn't even know where or how to begin.{How's Mum?}{She's fine.} She rep
NARAYADad’s question pounded in my head for a few seconds.Wasn't the answer obvious?I searched his face, wondering why he even had to ask.“Because you're my father,” I answered. “My real father.”“Right.” He chuckled, sniffling back his tears.“Can I use your restroom?”“There.” I pointed.Dad excused himself, and I reached for my phone.{I'm sorry I left you behind. I felt pity for him. How's it going?} Zilla's text read.{I understand, Toasty. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult situation. It's fine. We're having a hearty conversation, as you might call it.}She replied with a laughing sticker, then:{Is he gone?}{No. Not yet.} I responded.{Fine, have fun. Call me when you're done, and don't forget to call Katy, isn't it?}I chuckled, rereading the name. That's what she did whenever she convinced herself I was becoming too friendly with people who weren't her.{You owe me a meal.} I typed, but before I could click send, Dad arrived. I had almost forgotten he was in there.
NARAYA“Are you sure about this job?” Zilla's voice cut through my thoughts.My lips curved up. “Yes, Toasty.” I said. “I'll give Kate a call tonight and let you know if I'll be applying or not.”She nodded, releasing one hand from the wheel and squeezing mine with it. “Don't give up, okay. The Moon Goddess would smile on you soon.”The conversation was already drifting somewhere I didn't want it to go, so I changed the subject. “What will you make me when we get home?”“Uhm…” She forced her attention back to the road for a moment. “Let me make you a proper meal. Some vegetable sauce and yam.”My mouth watered at the thought of that. “Yes, yes. Let's do that.”Zilla chuckled, rolling the car into my street, her eyes squinting toward the rearview mirror. “Isn't that… your dad?”I followed her gaze. My heart dropped.Shit.“Turn the car round,” I said, tapping her thigh. “I don't want to speak to him.”“I can't do that in the middle of passing cars. I'll have to cross over first.”“Damn
ROGER I spent the entire morning trying to distract myself with meetings and reports. Even pleasuring myself with my own hands. But nothing worked, and Naraya refused to leave my head. I jabbed the intercom. “Rhea.” “Yes, Alpha,” she responded. I gulped to suppress the pain in my voice. “To my office. Now!” She arrived a few seconds later. I didn't know when dressing without bras became a fashion in the Packs. But no one seemed to be complaining. The thin grey shirt Rhea had on left little to my imagination. My eyes settled there for only a second before desire drowned out every other thought. “You called for me, boss.” “Close the door behind you,” I rasped, my cock still in my hand. A seductive smirk appeared on her face as she marched back to obey my orders. She understood what was about to happen. But I couldn't wait. I went after her, finding she was too slow in carrying out a simple task. “Argh.” She let out a soft moan as I pressed her hard against my cock. My hands
NARAYATwo Weeks LaterI smoothed down the emerald dress shirt I'd ironed three times last night, watching the rest of the candidates. Some looked eager; others looked terrified.But for some reason… I wasn't nervous.Was I nervous that they would outshine me? No. But was I nervous about the kind of interviewer I'd meet in there? Yes. The earlier applicants who made it into the office made it feel as though they'd just met the devil himself.My fingers kept drumming against the folder on my lap. “Please stop,” I said to myself, but they didn't listen.I closed my eyes, silently rehearsing answers to standard marketing strategy questions. This interview mustn't go wrong. It can't.My phone buzzed in my hand. Swiping past notifications for overdue utilities and tax notices, my stomach dropped as a text popped up.Landlord: {Miss Naraya. This is Mr. Henderson. We need to talk.}Oh gosh, a low breath escaped my lungs. What does this man want from me? I thought I wasn't due for rent until a
NARAYA“Tell me you are joking, Raya.” Zilla's eyes widened behind her glasses. I lowered my gaze, suddenly picking interest in tracing the lines in my palm.“I’m not.”“Geez, Raya, you are twenty-three, not eighteen. How could you let that happen?”Neither of us spoke for a moment as we let the mu
NARAYAMost wolves reluctantly settle for the option of a chosen mate only when they have completely exhausted all hopes of finding their fated mate after decades of waiting. Or perhaps when their true fated mate passes from this world—that’s also after years of emptiness and loneliness.But those
NARAYA“Roger… where are you?” Melissa's voice drifted down the corridor. Her heels echoing closer.The aggressive heat in Roger's eyes melted into a cold panic. He dropped his hand from my shirt, stepping back just enough to break the intimate space between us.“Play along,” he whispered, his orbs
NARAYA“Daddy? Who is this woman?”A cold, unexplainable ache ripped through my chest as the little boy’s words echoed in my head for a few seconds.My Roger... Daddy?I stared at Roger, waiting for an explanation. A laugh. An indication that the pup was lying, joking, or even wrong.But his face w







