Personal assistant

Talon

After about forty minutes of sifting through the files scattered across my desk, I have not made much progress. My mind kept wandering, and the more I got distracted, the more irritated I became. My wolf was agitated, acting like a child in dire need of his favourite treats, and some other time, whining, throwing tantrums, and snapping at me whenever I wanted to focus, like he had been denied some pleasures.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. My wolf and I are part of each other, and I hated that we were so out of sync today; our emotions seemed to pull in opposite directions, all because of her.

That damned mate bond.

I loathed her.

I hated her. I hated the ways her eyes seemed to pierce straight into my soul. I hated the effect she had on my wolf. I hated her for the distraction. Those aura she carried. Those curvy, tempting features that I wish to forget. Worst of all, I hated that she was my fucking mate. I hated that she is among them. The humans.

I hated myself for thinking about her.

Closing my eyes in annoyance, I tried to shut out her image from my thoughts, but it was futile. My wolf scoffed at my futile attempts and frustration, almost mocking me.

"Alpha," Evans called, stepping into the room. 'We've spotted Rouges near the borders."

I sighed in irritation. More Rogues. When will they learn never to mess with me? For three years now, ever since I reclaimed the throne, I have dealt with more than my fair share of infiltrators. They never stopped coming. It was as if someone was sending them

"Gather the soldiers," I ordered, standing from the desk. "I will join you shortly."

I finished off what I could of the paperwork, annoyed by the fact that I was handing everything alone. In the past three months, I've hired three assistants. None of them could keep up with the workload. Useless, the lot of them.

Stepping out, I addressed the group of warriors. "Spread out along the territory. I want the rogues alive." My voice cut through the air, sharp and authoritative.

We moved swiftly into the forest, the scent of rogue wolves lingering on the breeze. As I shifted into my wolf form, my bones cracked and my clothes shredded. In moments, I became a lethal predator, muscles rippling beneath thick fur. I moved with terrifying grace.

The first rogue never saw me coming. I lunged with terrifying speed, knocking him to the ground with a single, brutal swipe. The rogue werewolf scrambled to its feet, blood matting its fur, but it was no match for the sheer power it faced. Every strike it threw was met with overwhelming force, until my wolf clamped its jaws around its neck. One final, crushing bite, and I tore him apart. His blood soaked the ground beneath us. The fight was over before it began—swift, merciless, and utterly one-sided.

I didn't stop there. One by one, I hunted five more rogues, each meeting the same gruesome and brutal fate. My wolf savoured the violence, the power, and the thrill of it all. When Evans and the rest of the warriors returned with their captives, I barely glanced at them. They were mine, my prey. To kill. To play with. I wasn't in the mood to share. I tore through them just as mercilessly, a twisted satisfaction curling in my chest as I watched the life drain from their eyes.

Once the massacre ended, I shifted back into my human form, raking a hand through my hair. Signalling the pack wolves to clear up the mess.

I dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of shorts and a polo before heading out of the forest.

My stomach growled in protest—after all the bloodshed, I needed food.

I made my way to a nearby store. As I approached the door, my wolf snapped out to attention. Just then, the familiar scent hit me—sweet, rich, like peach blossoms. My wolf stirred in ecstasy, urging me forward.

Unknowingly, I pushed the door open harder than intended. The woman inside tumbled to the floor, her groceries spilling everywhere.

She cursed under her breath, glaring at me with those murderous and defiant eyes. My brows arched in surprise when I saw the woman—my fucking mate. Of course it was her. No wonder my wolf had been so worked up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded my voice harsher.

She remained silent, her expression softened and filled with disbelief as she took a step closer, poking me in the chest. "You are real," she whispered under her breath, but it was loud for me to hear. This human is insane.

I stared at her, a strange and unfamiliar sensation tugging at my chest. But before I could make sense of it, her expression hardened again.

"Is Oxford yours or something? Why do you care if I'm here?" She snapped, bending to gather her scattered groceries.

"I don't want to ever see you again, woman, I growled at her, determined to put her in her place. She'd embarrassed me the last time we met, and I wouldn't let her forget it.

"Well, too bad. I've moved here, and I'm getting a job soon. So deal with it," she stuffed her groceries into a new bag, glaring at me all the while.

I scoffed. "Which idiot would hire someone like you? Going around kicking your employers in the groin."

"Well, someone who isn't a pervert or stalker would," she fired back with a smirk, her tone as sharp as ever.

Pervert? Stalker? Unbelievable. There's no end to this. I shook my head in annoyance, biting back a retort. My appetite for dinner vanished as quickly as it had come. Turning on my heel, I stormed out, cursing my wolf and her defiance.

As dawn broke, I sat in my office, the events of the previous night still lingering in my thoughts."

"Good morning, Alpha," Evans greeted, snapping me off my reverie.

I grunted in response. After another sleepless night haunted by nightmares and the human woman's presence, I was in no mood for small talk.

"Is there any reason you've been on the edge lately?" He remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. He already knew about my mate. I'd complained about her enough.

Ignoring his smirk, I focused on the one good thing he had to say. "I hired a PA for you. She will be starting today."

Relief washed over me. At least one of my problems have been solved.

"We’ll need to lock her into a contract,” I added, leaning back in my chair. “So she can’t quit out of the blue like the others.”

Evans chuckled. “Smart move, Alpha.”

"And as for your mate—"

"Get out," I snapped, throwing a newsletter at him. He dodged it, laughing as he disappeared down the hall.

But after an hour, that damned scent hit me again. Peach blossoms. My wolf perked up, and I stiffened, hoping I was wrong.

The door swung open, and Lucian Winterfang, my Gamma, entered. "President. Your new PA," he gestured towards the door with a smile, and in she walked—her.

The woman froze, eyes wide in shock. "You?!" She exclaimed, her voice a mix of disbelief and horror.

My jaw clenched. "You, again?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Lucian glanced between us, clearly confused. I stared at her, my breath catching in my throat as I tried to process the situation.

"Who the hell hired you?" I said in a low and cold voice.

"You, of course. I'm glad to be here." Her tone was sickeningly sweet, and my wolf practically jumped with joy at the sound.

"Well. You are fired," I snarled, turning my back to her, expecting her to beg or leave.

But instead, she squared her shoulders and met my gaze with defiance. "I'm afraid you can't fire me, Mr. President," she said confidently.

I froze. That damn contract. She knew it too, hence the reason for her confidence.

"Lucian. Terminate the contract and get her out of my company." I barked out.

Lucian shifted uncomfortably. "I'm afraid I can't do that, president."

Damnit. The realisation of being stuck with this human woman for at least three months made my blood boil. I glared at her, but she remained unfazed, standing there with that maddening poker face.

"Get out!" I growled.

"Yes, sir," she replied with a simple smile before turning on her heels, leaving me seething.