All Chapters of I Kissed The Supreme Alpha By Mistake : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maya's POVBy day three, I'd learned that "personal assistant" was, at best, a generous description of the job."Explain to me again," I said, staring down at a plate arranged with what looked like eleven identical pieces of seared duck, "why I'm tasting all of these.""Council banquet is Friday," Elias said, not looking up from his tablet. "Alpha Ashford can't be seen eating something that disagrees with him in front of forty visiting Alphas. Imagine the headlines. Supreme Alpha Excuses Himself Mid-Toast. Pack morale would never recover.""So I'm a food taster.""You're quality control." Elias finally glanced up, entirely too pleased with himself. "Very important role. Extremely dignified.""This feels like something out of a medieval court.""Welcome to pack politics." He slid the plate closer. "Now, rank them. One being 'acceptable,' eleven being 'diplomatic incident.'"I picked up the fork, mostly to have something to do with my hands, and only realized Damon had entered the room

Maya's POV Karen found out what "handled" meant three days later, in the worst possible way — live, on the same pack gossip channel that had run her anonymous quote in the first place. I only knew because Elias burst into the study without knocking, phone already turned toward me, grinning like it was Christmas morning. "You need to see this." The screen showed a polished, official-looking statement from the Ashford Foundation, but it wasn't the statement Elias had drafted about me. It was something else entirely — a formal notice announcing an internal review of "fraudulent property transfers within pack territory," specifically citing a case currently under investigation involving a forged deed and an elder sister-in-law dispute. No names. It didn't need any. Half the pack had already read Karen's gossip column and could do the math themselves. "He didn't," I said. "He absolutely did," Elias said. "Turns out when the Supreme Alpha's office quietly requests a property audit, t

Maya's POV The trade summit fitting turned into a production I hadn't fully anticipated, mostly because I hadn't accounted for the tailor being personally offended that his professional judgment had lost to mine. "Charcoal," Mr. Voss said again, for what felt like the fifth time, pins still clenched between his teeth like tiny weapons of protest. "Charcoal says power. Charcoal says do not test me. Green says—" he gestured vaguely at Damon, standing on the fitting platform with the long-suffering patience of a man who'd clearly done this a hundred times before. "Green says garden party.” "Green says confident," I corrected. "Charcoal is what every other Alpha in that room is going to wear. He needs to look like he's not trying to blend in with forty identical men in identical suits." "She has a point," Elias said from the couch, eating what I was fairly sure was my lunch. "Nobody asked the Beta," Voss said. "The Beta has excellent taste," Elias said, unbothered, "and also snacks,

Maya's POV The banquet hall had been transformed by evening — string lights, dark linen, the low murmur of forty visiting Alphas and their entourages filling a room designed specifically to make ordinary people feel small. I'd helped plan half of it myself over the past week, and it still felt surreal walking through the doors in a dress Damon's stylist had insisted on, dark green to match a suit decision I refused to let anyone forget I'd won. "You look terrifying," Elias said approvingly, appearing at my elbow with a champagne flute he handed me without asking. "In the best possible way. Like a woman who's already won several arguments tonight." "I haven't won anything yet." "Give it time. The night's young and Priya just walked in." My stomach dropped. I followed his gaze toward the entrance, where Priya stood in ice-blue silk, Xavier at her side looking distinctly like a man attending a function he'd rather skip entirely. She hadn't seen me yet, still scanning the room wit

Maya's POV Elder Constance received Damon in her study the following afternoon with considerably less warmth than she'd shown me, which told me immediately that whatever conversation was about to happen, she'd already guessed its shape before he opened his mouth. "You want to ask me about the sealed wolf legend," she said, before he'd even finished sitting down. "Save us both the pretense of small talk, Damon. I've known you since you were in diapers. I can see it on your face." "Then you already know why I'm here." "I know exactly why you're here." She folded her hands, studying him with the particular sharpness that had made three generations of Alphas nervous in this same chair. "The girl healed something last night. Constance Alpha's hand, if the rumors reached me correctly, which they always do." "You've heard already." "I hear everything, eventually." She rose slowly, crossing to a shelf lined with books old enough that their spines had cracked into illegibility, running a