“Looks like I’m your Alpha.”
Click. The line went dead. My soul nearly followed.
Goddess above. What kind of beast was that?
No one ever said this job involved handling grumpy Alphas throwing tantrums over the phone. Was this what they meant by demanding? This was not what I had expected at all!
My throat tightened, and Rory whimpered in my chest. Had I already messed up on my very first day? Was I about to be demoted to coffee-fetcher before lunch-or worse, banished from Storm Valley Pack before I could even join?
Clara returned not long after, and I relayed the message, probably looking like I’d just seen a ghost-or heard one through a landline.
She took one glance at my face and chuckled.
“Let me guess, he was… calm?”
I blinked. Then snorted before I could stop myself.
“If that was calm, I’d hate to see him during a full moon. I’m pretty sure his wolf almost clawed its way through the phone line.”
Clara laughed so hard I thought she might cry.
“You’ll be fine. You might even be the one to tame him.”
She winked. “Draven needs someone who won’t tremble the moment he growls.”
Tame him? Please. I’d be lucky not to end up as his mid-morning stress snack.
I wasn’t so sure about that. Maybe I shouldn’t even unpack my bags-this Alpha was going to eat me alive!
Rory snorted in my mind. “Don’t sell yourself short, Caroline. We’ve faced worse.”
I tried to take comfort in my wolf’s confidence, but the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. What had I gotten myself into?
Draven’s POV
As I sat in my hotel room overlooking Central Park, I couldn’t help but wonder about the new assistant who would be joining my team. Her voice had completely muddled the details I needed to confirm, and I was irritated by my inability to articulate my thoughts, my mind in such disarray. In the end, I had shouted at the woman on the other end of the line like a madman. I probably scared her half to death. Perhaps she’d be gone by the time I returned, and Clara would have my head.
Clara had been the perfect assistant, but with her taking charge of our London operations, I needed someone equally competent to fill her shoes. The pack’s business was expanding rapidly, and I had to adapt quickly.
My wolf, Alaric, stirred restlessly in my mind.
“Are you sure about this, Draven? A new assistant means new risks.”
I swirled the whiskey in my glass.
“We don’t have a choice, Alaric. The pack needs this.”
Alaric growled softly.
“You shouldn’t have lost your temper like that, Draven. It’s unbecoming of an Alpha.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. He was right, of course. But something about that voice had thrown me off balance. It was so melodious, so calm, and yet it had ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t explain.
“I know, I know,” I replied. “But there was something about her voice… it was oddly familiar.”
Curious about this new assistant, I dialed Clara’s personal number. She picked up on the second ring.
“Draven? Is everything alright?” Clara’s voice was tinged with concern.
Clara was my most trusted pack member. She’d been with the pack since my parents’ time. She’d practically changed my diapers. I held great respect for the woman, who always joked with me as if I were still that kid running around the office.
“Everything’s fine, Clara. I just wanted to ask about the new assistant. You mentioned she came recommended by the Alpha of Blood Moon Pack?”
“Intriguing,” Alaric commented. “An Alpha’s recommendation is not given lightly.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Caroline Bennett. She’s highly qualified, Draven. I wouldn’t have suggested her otherwise.”
I frowned, my curiosity deepening.
“If she’s so impressive, why did she leave her previous pack?”
Clara hesitated for a moment.
“I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps it’s something you could ask her yourself when you meet.”
“Hmm. Send me her r?sum?, will you?”
“Of course. I’ll email it to you right away.”
As I waited for the email, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Who was this woman, and why did her voice affect me so?
My email pinged with the incoming r?sum?. I opened it eagerly, only to feel a twinge of disappointment when I saw there was no photo attached.
“No photo? That’s unusual,” Alaric growled softly.
I scrolled through her work history, impressed by her professionalism and attention to detail. International Trade major, fluent in three languages, with various other auxiliary courses under her belt. The attached recommendation letter from her previous employer sang her praises. Despite her young age, she seemed to be a highly capable professional.
“Alpha Gerald wouldn’t recommend someone lacking in ability,” Alaric reminded me. “His standards are even higher than yours.”
I nodded, lost in thought as I tried to imagine what my new assistant might look like.
My phone buzzed again. It was another message from Clara.
“Draven, I forgot to mention. Caroline is a scentless wolf. I hope that won’t be an issue.”
I felt Alaric’s surprise mirroring my own. Scentless wolves were rare, but not unheard of.
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