Too Human To Be His

Prologue Swallowing hard, I stare into those burning depths that seem to pierce right through me—down to the bones, into the furthest corners of my soul. Damn... he's actually really handsome. In that masculine, dangerous kind of way. Jet-black hair in a stylish cut, a neat, well-groomed beard, strong eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips now pressed into a furious, tight line. I wonder what color his eyes are when the beast inside him isn't in control? Hello?! Alina! You're about to be fined for every last penny you’ve got—if you’re lucky—and you’re wondering about his eye color?! Angry. That’s what color they are. Furious and pissed off—that’s what they are! Lying won’t help. Neither will making excuses or trying to talk my way out of this. I messed up. Big time. On my very first day! And let’s be honest—this is probably not just my first day, but my last… and hopefully just my last work day, not my last day ever. He’s an Alpha, after all. A figure of power and la

As it turned out, this was Alpha Wayland’s house—a place the man himself didn’t actually live in full-time. He only occasionally visited. Which, in my opinion, was a little strange. The house was stunning and fully equipped with everything anyone could possibly need. Later, Lakisha admitted that this estate had been built almost five years ago, but no one had ever really lived in it. The Alpha had an apartment in the city where he spent most of his time. “An older local she-wolf used to maintain order around here,” Lakisha explained, a note of sorrow in her voice. “But time spares no one—she passed away just recently. Such a shame. She was a good woman.” “That’s why we need someone new, just temporarily. The house is large, but since it’s not really lived in, all that’s needed is basic cleaning—dusting surfaces and freshening up the bedding. Everything must be spotless. You’ll need to come every other day early in the morning to tidy the rooms. And you must always check with securi

I finished cleaning the offices in peace. The group of drunk employees eventually found their unconscious friend and dragged him out, assuming he had just wandered into the wrong office and passed out drunk. I didn’t feel the need to correct their theory—after all, I still had to clean up after them. To be fair, they’d already done most of the cleaning themselves. All that was left for me was to mop the floors and take out the trash—rattling bottles and leftover snacks included. By the time I finished, it was close to midnight. As I stepped outside, I noticed snow had started to fall. The streets weren’t completely covered yet, so I hurried to get home before I got snowed in somewhere. Still, I stopped for a few minutes just to admire the snowfall. The snowflakes fell in large, lazy clusters, dancing gently through the cold night air. It created that special kind of winter magic, the kind that makes you believe in fairy tales and holiday miracles. I tilted my head back, watching th

Swallowing hard, I stare into those fiery depths—his eyes, wild and intense, seem to burn right through me, reaching down to my bones and the furthest corners of my soul. Damn… he's gorgeous. And not just in a general sense—he’s masculine, strikingly so. Jet-black hair styled neatly, a trimmed, thick beard, sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and those full lips, currently pressed into a thin, angry line. I wonder what color his eyes are when the beast isn’t in control? Hello? Alina?! You're about to get fined into bankruptcy, and all you can think about is his eye color?! They're furious now. That’s what color they are—angry, scorching hot with disapproval. There’s no point in lying. No use trying to explain. I messed up—badly. On my very first day. And it just might become my last… and not just my last day of work, but, well, last. He’s an Alpha—a lawkeeper, a ruler. Surely he won’t actually kill me, right? But the way he's looking at me... I’m not so sure. And I can’t forget

"A fly-in won't fly out with a baby." Well, that was it — the magic of the moment vanished in a flash. I understood perfectly well that what had happened just minutes ago didn’t mean anything. I hadn’t expected it to. But Wayland’s words hit like a slap across the face. It felt cold. And, unexpectedly, it hurt. Of course, he saw me as just another meaningless fling — just as I should probably see him. But couldn’t he have said it… I don’t know… less cruelly? I should be grateful he didn’t bite my head off — literally. Maybe this is just how the Alpha punishes careless maids. Who knows? I wonder… has he ever "punished" Lakisha like that? She always said the Alpha’s punishments were harsh. And now, I felt even worse. Was that really how Alpha Wayland treated those beneath him? With power no one dares to question, he could do anything he wanted and never face consequences. The powerful always get away with it. Awkwardly, I tried to slip out from under his body and quietly gathered