All Chapters of One night stand of an alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Robin strolled casually into the living room, rolling up his sleeves to deliberately flex his arms. He flashed a wicked, teasing grin at the stunned couple. Alex glared at him, veins bulging in his neck. "What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you spend time with her behind my back?!" Robin chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "Oh, come on, Alex. You knew I was always in love with Britney. You took advantage of her sad condition. But last night? Last night I found her vulnerable, completely drugged and distressed, so I took my chance. And honestly? What's wrong with that? Especially considering someone spiked her drink in the first place." Hearing those words, Alex and Sophia instantly turned pale. Sophia gasped, her eyes darting nervously to Britney. "Britney... you didn't tell us. Your drink was spiked?" Britney wept louder, playing the part of the helpless victim to absolute perfection. "I don't know... someone at the club must have slipped something into my glass. Th

Britney’s morning began with a barrage of angry curses, venting all her frustration at the absolute chaos of her life. Damn it! Son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with me?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Her eyes snapped open, flying wide with absolute panic as she grabbed her phone to check the time—8:00 AM. Last night, she and Robin had sat down to watch just one movie, but one film had bled into another, and they had completely lost track of time. When Britney had checked the clock earlier in the night, it had already been 3:00 AM, and they were still glued to the screen. Britney had set alarms on her mobile before finally passing out, but she had been so dead to the world that she completely slept right through every single alarm, letting the morning slip all the way to 8:00 AM. Suddenly, a terrifying thought hit her: today was her interview day at Raven Groups! Farming her phone up with trembling fingers, she unlocked it and stared at the screen, confirm

As the conference hall door swung open, Ryan walked inside. Seeing him, several girls gasped in disappointment while others let out sighs of relief or excitement. They had been hoping to catch a glimpse of Cole, leaving them somewhat dissatisfied, though the girls who were calling out were immediately impressed just by Ryan's presence. Everyone knew that Ryan was Cole’s right-hand man; Cole trusted him with major responsibilities, and Ryan's reputation in the business world was formidable. Catching Ryan's attention was practically a golden ticket for anyone in the room. Watching this unfold, Britney rolled her eyes, convinced that none of these women stood a chance at passing the interview. Given that a CEO like Cole needed a personal assistant with such urgency, he would undoubtedly want a serious professional rather than airheads like these. If that was the caliber of candidates he wanted, Britney knew she had no business being in this office—she simply didn't belong in an inte

Meanwhile, standing alone by the office window, Cole continued to watch Britney. He observed her leaving the office building and walking out into the daylight. His wolf kept surging forward, demanding that he pull her straight back to his side, but Cole forcefully reined himself in. He was realizing just how intensely difficult it was to control a wolf once a mate has been found—especially when that mate happens to be a human. From his viewing point, he watched as she sat down on a bench outside the office building, talking with someone on the mobile phone, repeatedly raising her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight. Right at that moment, Cole’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He let out an irritated grumble when he saw the caller ID, but answered it anyway. "Dad," he said in a low, flat tone. An angry, rough voice boomed through the speaker. "So, you actually remember that you have a father living in the Ravenwood empire?" Cole sighed, rubbing the bridge of hi

Now that she was stepping into a corporate career, her casual university wardrobe—mostly oversized t-shirts and worn-out jeans—wasn't going to cut it. She needed professional attire, and fast. Deciding to make a detour, she directed the driver toward the city’s premier luxury shopping mall. Upon arriving, she walked briskly into a high-end boutique known for exquisite office wear. A polite sales associate immediately glided over. "Good morning, ma'am. Are you looking for anything specific today?" "I need some professional office attire," Britney replied, scanning the sleek racks. "Something sharp and elegant." As she began browsing through a section of tailored blazers, a rich, commanding voice cut through the ambient music nearby. "Do you have your absolute best executive suits here? I want something exceptional—better than anything on the floor." The sound of that voice sent an immediate, violent jolt straight through Britney’s chest. Her heart hammered wildly agai