All Chapters of Dear Alpha, I Quit!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Irene “You may be getting married to Irene tomorrow, but you will always be mine.” Paris moaned, eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head as Dylan, my fiancée, thrust into her.Between my heart and my eyes, I couldn’t tell which one bled faster. But what I do know…was that I wanted this scene to be a nightmare. I would give anything for it to be false. It can’t be real; it can’t be real. Dylan would never cheat on me. We’ve been together since our early days at the prestigious Silverwood Wolf Academy. We were the star couple of the academy back then. Everybody hated me because Dylan chose me, the only Omega in the Pack and academy who can’t shift. He loves me! I kept repeating these words in my head like a mantra, yet my nails were silently scraping the wooden door partly open enough for me to see Paris lying back on Dylan’s desk. Her legs were proudly hung on his broad shoulders, shuddering with each heavy stroke from my mate.“Say it,” She panted, clinging to the edge of the

Irene “Irene?” Theodore’s deep voice was rich in awe and disbelief at the same time. His brows pulled together to form the sharpest frown—an accustomed look of disgust he reserved exclusively for me since our days back at Silverwood Academy. “Yo-you’re the CEO?” I stuttered, eyes twitching like my brain just suffered the heaviest glitch.“Do you two know each other?” Anna’s eyes ping-ponged between the two of us, perplexed.Theodore took his eyes off me upon that question; any second longer, he would have bored two holes in my head with his laser vision. “You must have made a mistake.” He turned to Anna. “This can’t be the person I was expecting.”I could say the same for him too! If I had known this dick head was the CEO, I wouldn’t have bothered to apply in the first place! It’s not my fault that the CEO chose to remain anonymous. Anna’s confusion visibly grew deeper with the furrowing of her brow. “She’s Irene, the winner of the competition–”“That’s not possible.” His flat to

IreneIn the history of all the impulsive decisions I’ve ever made, this one might just be at the top. I broke off my wedding with Dylan. Left my Pack. Flew to New York for a fresh start, only to end up signing a one-month contract with my arch nemesis, Theodore. This is definitely not how I envisaged starting afresh. I don’t know why I got the feeling that I just moved from the frying pan to the fire. Maybe I shouldn’t have signed that contract. But then again, I couldn’t just stand there and let Theodore insult me! At that point, it felt like the right thing to do. Now, here I am sitting on this old park bench under the starry night, wondering just how exactly my life could possibly be fucked for the next thirty days. “Did I really make the right decision?” I didn’t realize when the question streamed out of my mouth into the cold night. I wonder what must be going on in my Pack right now. If I hadn’t caught Dylan last night, by now I'd be in his arms, on the bed, grinning like a

IreneThey say appearance is everything, and making an impression on your first day at work as a junior designer is equally important. Should be easy peasy, right? Well, for me it felt like the end of the world. I nearly died from multiple panic attacks this morning, overthinking the eyes and attention about to focus on me today. Especially Theodore! As the CEO, he shouldn’t bother about a new employee joining his company. He has plenty of people at his disposal to handle that. But I’m different. This man offered me this job solely because of a point he had to prove. He’s my biggest hater; therefore, I’m pretty sure he would dump all the important work he has piled on his desk just to watch me. Or should I say, hate on me?There’s also the growing imposter syndrome that knotted in my chest. Even with Anna telling me for the millionth time that my designs are a wonder, I still feel like winning the grand prize was just luck. And the worst of it all, my dress. I mean, I picked the best

Irene“Irene, wake up.” I grunted at the sound of the deep baritone that tingled my ears and made the walls of my chest rumble. And as much as I’d like to find out who this person was, I preferred the comfort of keeping my eyes shut. “Irene.” He gruffed. “Can I just get like five more minutes of sleep?” I whined as I slowly turned to the other side. I heard him groan incomprehensible words in the back of his throat. Then he hissed, and radio silence followed next. That was all that I remembered till soft music filled my ears. I chose to ignore it at first, but more and more played. Even if I wanted to ignore it, there was a particular fragrance that kept tantalizing my nose. A cologne that I found all too familiar. I forced my eyes open only to see myself in the back seat of a car. Hold on, this isn’t my office! And who am I leaning my head on? It can’t be–I lifted my head from his broad shoulder, and my heart nearly leapt out of my throat as I yelped. It’s really the bastard!