The Alpha Ceo's Nerdy Assistant Novels & Stories

some whistle when Jeniel’s clothes were torn off as she transform into a bigger built “C’mon Jeniel, we can just talk this out. You don’t need to do this… ah! Please give her clothes!” “What a big weenie you have their Lycan!” the children flinch as they heard the former ruffian employee shout. Igneel heard it and hit his head “they are still innocent, you bastard” The former alpha is now a CEO of one and only monster terminator company in the whole world “Alfonso should be done with his task now, why is he not here?” he gazed at the newcomers and they all felt the sharp glare “They will not listen not until we teach them ourselves!”

I wanted to see his face when I told him the trade treaty was signed—and that I could finally feel my wolf stirring for him. As I approached the heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s office, I realized they were slightly ajar. “She actually did it,” a male voice laughed. It was Caleb, the Beta’s heir. “She spent her entire birthday morning fixing the Gamma’s payroll. I saw her through the window.” “She’s a machine,” Asher, the Gamma’s son, joined in. “I don’t know how you do it, Max. Does she talk about anything other than interest rates in bed?”

But as I wrack my brain for what that could be, I can't come up with anything at all. Is it because I came onto him? Because I called him daddy and tried to suck him off? Is that why he’s looking at me like he doesn't know if to kill me or kiss me? A lump settles in my throat, refusing to go down no matter how much I swallow. “My assistant resigned,” Alpha Dante finally says, turning his eyes back to the small stack of papers in front of him. “You’re taking over his position. Julius will go with you, pick up some work clothes. Report to the head office tomorrow.”

The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence. “Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”

I muttered under my breath, dragging another file toward me as if burying myself in work would somehow fix the fact that nothing inside me felt… aligned anymore. A knock interrupted the silence. Firm. Respectful. Familiar. “Come in.” The door opened, and Krios stepped inside. Of course it was him. If there was one person who could walk into a storm and not flinch, it was my Delta. Tall, composed, with that irritating ability to remain calm even when everything else felt like it was about to fall apart. “Alpha,” he greeted, inclining his head slightly before stepping forward. I didn’t bother with formalities. “If you’re here to tell me the elders are still talking, I suggest you let them. May

DANE'S POV A message for me? I was puzzled, my brain trying to figure out who it was from. He handed the carefully sealed letter to me and stood akimbo. My personal assistant. Such a fierce man. The look on his face could send others scurrying around for shelter. I tore the seal open, carefully opening the letter. “The northern Alphas.’ A sinister grin etched on my face as I read on. Such funny lot they were. So they're calling for a meeting?

LEA'S POV It's already the third day since the doctor decided to keep observing Easton’s condition. Now, I’m buried in a pile of documents that need to be completed quickly due to the overwhelming amount of work. I’ve taken over his duties as Alpha, handling all of Easton’s responsibilities left unattended while unconscious. This includes pack-related matters and the job at the company where I’ve been serving as his secretary. “Take these,” I said, handing Leo over some documents I’d just reviewed. Easton's beta stood in front of me, taking everything I handed over. He’d also placed some new files on the desk, which I needed to finish by tomorrow at the latest.

So my boss is the alpha. I lost consciousness then.

Nora's P.O.V *Dear Miss Nora Roberts, we are happy to inform you that you passed the interview to be the personal assistant to the CEO of Lockhart's industry. You are obliged to start work on monday by 8:00am. We look forward to working with you* For the fifth time that day, I read out the email I had been waiting for. Two weeks ago, I sat for an interview in Lockhart's industry for the position of the personal assistant. I never thought I'd get it.

"And where did you get that?" "I work for Alistair Blackwood. I'm his assistant." Lydia's smile faltered. "Alistair Blackwood? The Alpha of the Nightclaw Pack?" I didn't know Alistair was an Alpha of anything. But I didn't let my surprise show. "Yes." "He brought you here? As his date?" "His assistant," I corrected. "Required to attend." Lydia laughed—a sharp, brittle sound. "Oh, Clara. Still lying to yourself, I see. That dress, that necklace... you're not here as an assistant. You're here as bait."