The Nymph’s Alpha

“Tamara needs to see you.” Alice, Tamara’s secretary says quietly as she stands by my desk. I look up to see her brows pulled together and a pained look filling her sweet face. Tamara was the head of accounting in the large business firm I work at. I sit up straight to see her glaring at me through the large glass wall that encases her office. Her dark ebony hair frames her perfectly painted face with beautiful waves that look effortless. I swallow the lump in my throat and stand up, straightening my skirt and blouse as I make my way to her office. I can feel everyone’s eyes watching me as I walk by them, they are all eager to see the Tamara bitch show, and I just so happened to be her favourite contestant. “Ayla, take a seat.” Her voice always sounds so condescending, and the way she says my name, it is always filled with disgust, as if my name is a sour taste on her tongue. I hear the door close behind me as I take a seat on the chair placed in front of her desk, I glance over m

The night air feels crisp and fresh, there’s a small chill on the breeze that feels refreshing, I can hear crickets chirping all around me and the small birds call out to each other in a beautiful chorus that takes me back to my childhood, to the long summer nights that I would spend hidden in the gardens of the pack house or roaming the forest searching for something, anything that would protect us from Alister. Summer is almost over and the autumn nights will set in fast. The waxing crescent moon hangs perfectly in the cloudless sky, bright twinkling stars fill the black void, giving it warmth. The smell of pine and wet grass mixes with the fresh water and moss from the rocks that line the bed of the small stream that runs along the small dirt path joggers and dog walkers use during the day. Droplets of rain still linger on the vibrant green leaves that hang above me, I feel them dripping onto my black fur as I move beneath the thick, ancient trees that surround me. I can almost fee

Callan POV I hear the front door closing and look up from the pile of paperwork laid on the table in front of me to see Micha walking in, I glance at my watch and notice he has been gone for the last 90 minutes. His face has a smug look plastered on it, piquing my interest in what he has been doing for the last one and a half hours. “What’s made you so happy?” I ask. “I’ve just met Iris and Wyatt’s daughter, Ayla, and she is.. interesting.” The name Ayla makes my wolf stir and my heart race, but it also ignites fury deep inside of me hearing it come from another man’s mouth. I sit up straight, feeling uncomfortable with what is happening to me from hearing some girl's name. “She’s just moved back in with them, and fuck she’s sexy, I wouldn’t mind getting to know her better. Where’s Eric?” Micha continues as he moves across the penthouse, pulling the fridge door open. Fury pumped through my veins, making my blood boil. I can feel the heat of rage consuming me. I clenched my fists

Ayla POV I spun around to see Micha and Eric watching me trying to make the great escape. “You caught me!”I held my hands in the air making them smile. “We are just heading to another bar, do you want to join us?” Micha asked with a dashing smile. I found myself nodding my head in agreement, even though I had just been longing for my bed, I knew going with the two handsome men would be much more fun. “Great, let's go!” Eric clapped his hands and climbed into the front of the taxi I had just gotten for myself to take me home.The night seemed to blur into nonstop laughter, Micha was hilarious and such a smooth talker, ladies seemed to be throwing themselves at him and Eric was oblivious to how good-looking he was. Not once did either man try to make a move on me, and I felt like I was in the company of people I had known my whole life. We ended up falling into a taxi and rolling home at 2 am, something I hadn’t done since I left uni. As I stumbled out of the taxi the fresh air

Ayla POV I dropped down onto the sofa letting the hangover fully take me, when I first saw Marcus and that other woman it felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest whilst it still beat, but seeing him just now, I didn’t feel anything for him anymore, in fact, I felt free. A week ago I thought I would marry Marcus, but seeing him just now made me doubt all my feelings before. Now I can see I didn’t love Marcus as much as I thought. “I’m going to have a shower and then go for a walk to clear my head. Can I get to the forest through that gate?” “Yes, there’s a path that leads toward the stream, and then there’s the path we used to take when you were younger. Do you want some company?” I smiled at my mum and nodded my head, I would love nothing more than to spend some time with the wonderful woman in front of me. The air outside was cold but pleasant, the forest around the house was beautiful, large trees towered above us, and the leaves were a beautiful shade of green, castin