ElaineI was slowly adjusting to my role as Mr. Smith’s secretary. Thanks to Ester, my transition had been much smoother.That morning, Ester and her husband, Jensen, came to the office to gather her things. It was Ester's last day before her maternity leave, and everyone came by to say their goodbyes.Everyone gathered around, offering parting gifts and heartfelt words for her. "This is for the baby," said Susan, handing over a beautifully wrapped package."Just a little something to welcome the new arrival," added Mark, giving Ester a small, intricately carved wooden rattle.Ester’s husband, Jensen, helped her carefully place her belongings into a box. They worked together seamlessly, sharing quiet smiles and occasional laughter. Jensen's gentle demeanor and supportive presence were evident in the way he handled Ester’s things with such care. Elaine was one lucky she-wolf to have a supportive and caring husband like Jensen.As I watched them, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.
ElaineToday was such an important day for Roma Aesthetics, with Mr. Smith set to have an emergency meeting involving a critical project with the department heads. As Mr. Smith’s secretary, it fell upon me to prepare for this crucial gathering. Without hesitation, I sprang into action, meticulously curating the agenda, gathering crucial documents, and ensuring the meeting room was flawlessly set up, leaving no detail overlooked. I waited for them patiently while holding my clipboard, ready to jot down notes as usual.A few minutes later, the participants arrived. Everyone was seated in their respective seats, waiting for Mr. Smith to arrive. When he did, he took his place at the head of the table.Nancy Green from marketing sat to his right, looking especially pleased with herself. She never missed a chance to remind us of her importance. To her left were John Carter from client relations and Karen Mitchell from the creative team, both experienced and respected in their fields. A few
ElaineAs the meeting continued, I tried to focus. This was a big change for me, but Mr. Smith believed in me. I felt resolute and ready to face this challenge for Roma Aesthetics.After the meeting, as everyone left, I stayed behind, organizing my notes carefully. I was the last to leave the room. When I stepped out, I saw Nancy waiting for me, looking smug. She spoke to me with a superior tone."Well, well, well," Nancy said, sneering. "Look who's under my wing now.”I took a deep breath, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I promised Mr. Smith that I would do my best to make this project a success. I hope that we can put aside our differences and work in a professional manner.”“Of course,” Nancy stated, making me grin in joy. But then, my smile disappeared when she uttered her next sentence. “But get ready, Elaine. I won't make things easy for you."She gave a harsh, mocking laugh before turning on her heel and walking down the hallway, clearly celebrating her newfound a
ElaineMy mood soured upon seeing Tristan. He was wearing a blue nylon jacket with a white shirt underneath, chinos, and white sneakers. He had this boy-next-door charm that I rarely saw in him. What was even more surprising was that he was smiling at me, far from the grumpy demeanor he usually displayed.Weird!“Hi, Elaine. How are you today?” he asked, wearing his friendliest smile. I didn’t want to sound conceited, but I had a feeling that Tristan was trying to impress me with his look. Admittedly, he looked different with his slicked-back hairstyle. It was a far cry from his usual strict and ruthless appearance. He looked more relaxed and, well, happy.And yet, I wasn’t impressed. I didn’t know the reason behind this facade, but I knew better than to trust him with anything.“Good, until you came to ruin my day,” I answered, rolling my eyes. Tristan smirked and caressed his chin. It seemed he was in the mood to ruin my day further.“Oh, don’t be like that, honey. I’m just here to
Elaine“Huh! So, now I get it,” Tristan said, his body trembling with anger. “Is he the one you're proud of, huh? This wolf? Are you acting brave because you now have a man to catch you? Is that why you don't want to fix everything about our relationship?”Hearing that, I couldn’t help but scoff. I was right, I was freaking right! The nice “Tristan” who approached me earlier was nothing but a fake. It was just a facade he wore in his attempt to lure me. What a joke!“Think whatever you want, Tristan. I told you, didn’t I? I no longer care,” I answered with complete defiance. “Whether I date another wolf or not is also none of your business. Trevor is right, you don’t own me! This is my life, and I can do whatever I want with it. Whether I whore around or stay single for the rest of my life is my decision. I don’t need to ask permission from anybody—not from Trevor and certainly not from you!”“You fucking ingrate!” Tristan shouted. He attempted to move closer to me, threatening to hur
TrsitanThe night was heavy with silence as I stormed into the Alpha mansion. My thoughts were still consumed by my previous encounter with Elaine. I clenched my fists, realizing why Elaine didn’t even bother to listen to me. How could I execute my plan if it was bound to fail from the start because of one she-wolf’s stupidity?My eyes were ablaze with fury, thinking about Megan and her antics. My presence commanded immediate attention as I slammed the door behind me. The noise reverberated through the silent halls of the mansion, enough to make the maids shudder in fear as they gathered in the hallway to greet me. They must have sensed the storm brewing within me as I saw their faces, a mix of fear and concern."Welcome home, Alpha," one of them stammered, her voice trembling as she bowed.I looked at her with an icy-cold stare. "Where is Megan?"The maid hesitated, her eyes darting nervously. "S=She’s in the kitchen, Alpha."Without wasting another second, I stormed towards the kitc
Tristan The cemetery's rows of silent gravestones and the smell of fresh earth greeted me like an old friend. Over the past five years, this place has become my second home. I sat on the damp ground, wiping dirt from a gravestone. My fingers traced the name and read it over and over. “Shawn Lewitt, a son and a friend.” I bit my inner cheek, lingering on the pain that word was giving me. Each stroke felt like a whisper of the past, and the heaviness in my chest grew with every letter. Memories tugged at my heart as kept on caressing his tombstone. The weight of his loss was still pressing down on me despite the passing years. My childhood was far from the life that most of the wolves my age was dreaming. Yes, I had everything, but not the family I wanted for myself. My parents were always busy and I grew up alone in our big home. Shawn, an omega, became my best friend and constant companion. He had always been there for me, especially when my parents chose their Alpha duties ove
Tristan I stormed down the hallway of our family's sprawling estate, each step echoing my anger and frustration. My heart pounded with betrayal as I approached the ornate study where my parents often gathered after dinner. Pushing open the heavy doors, I confronted them. “Is it true that you asked the doctors to give Shawn’s heart to Elaine Scott?” My mother and father looked at each other. I saw my Mom nod at Dad, signaling him to speak. “We owed Elaine," he said firmly as if that justified everything. My jaw dropped from what he said. I honestly hoped that Megan and the doctor were telling some lies about my best friend’s death but apparently, it was the most bitter truth I had to swallow. Stunned, I only managed to ask, “Why? Why would you do that?” My father's eyes were cold and unyielding, devoid of remorse. " "She saved your mother's life. Without her, your mother would have died." I staggered back, stunned by his words. "So, Shawn's life was the price?"