08.

Nova’s POV

My first day at Di Mario Corp.

I wanted to make a perfect impression.

Before heading to the office, I stopped by a quaint cafe to grab Mr. Di Mario's morning coffee.

"One large cappuccino, please. No sugar," I instructed the barista.

I checked my watch for the fifth time.

8:45 AM.

I was cutting it close.

The barista handed me the steaming cup.

"Here you go!"

I rushed out, careful not to spill a drop.

I woke up late today, I had a long movie night with Lily to make up for our ice cream date and I am regretting it now.

If only I had gone to bed early, I wouldn’t be in a haste.

As I entered the Di Mario Corp building, I bypassed the regular elevators and swiped my VIP access card.

The doors slid open, revealing a sleek, mirrored interior.

I stepped in, checking my watch again.

8:55 AM.

Just as the doors closed, I felt a sudden jolt.

The elevator stopped abruptly.

The doors reopened, and I stumbled out.

Right into Mr. Di Mario.

Coffee splattered everywhere – on him, on me, on the polished floor.

Oh shit! What the hell have I done?

Oh no!

Shit Nova! What is the matter with you?

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed rubbing on him, his abs felt hard against my palm making me gulp down a lump.

Mr. Di Mario's expression changed from calm to shocked.

"Mss Sanchez?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority.

It was my first day yet I had already made a bad impression, how unfortunate.

I nodded, mortified.

"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry. Your coffee..."

He growled, his voice vibrating with a low rumble, as I continued to rub my hands against him. My fingers accidentally brushed against his bulge, and I froze.

Shit!

He growls grabbing my wrist and pinning me to the walls of the elevator.

I trembled in fear.

*You’re a careless little wolf* His voice roared in my mind sending shivers crawl down my spine.

*I’m sorry, Alpha*i replied mentally.

My heart raced as I thought of countless possibilities of me keeping my job after today.

There was no way.

He cuts me off leaning in till I can feel his breath fanning my face.

*You’ll learn to control your impulses*he warned.

*I understand Alpha* i respond my body feeling weak against him.

I shut my eyes unable to meet with his cold blue orbs.

“I’m sorry” I stuttered.

“Open your eyes and look at me” he orders.

My heart escalated feeling his dominance.

My wolf whimpered in submission.

I split my eyelids meeting with his powerful ones.

I rubbed on my thighs weirdly getting turned on.

Shit! What is wrong with me?

Mr. Di Mario smirked.

*Keep your hands to yourself, unless* he paused moving an inch closer till our lips were almost touching. *Unless you wish to use them to better use* hesitates pulling back and just in time the elevator dinged open and he walked out.

I cursed myself tailing behind him as we walked to his office.

He began to untie his tie as the door locked shut turn back towards me.

*Unbutton my shirt* his voice dropped in my head with authority as he erased the distance between us.

My eyes widened surprised by his demand yet I knew better than to defy him.

My hands quivered as I reached for the first button his gaze hooked on my every move.

*You’re an Omega* he picked up his eyes moving with each move i make.

I paused meeting his eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to stop,” he warns.

I continued refusing to answer his question.

This reminded me of the times I was mocked and taken advantage of in the pack.

My father had pushed me to all the Beta’s in my pack knowing that it will be the only way i will get to come out my cocoon and have a mate.

Bryan.

My wolf growled hating the thoughts of him, his rejection still lingering.

He rejected me solely cause I was an omega, a weakling unable to match up to his status.

Mr Di Mario has not only stirred up the bad memories that I had chosen to keep in the past, but his words hit back as a reminder.

A reminder that I will always be nothing but a weakling rejected by her mate.

*Yes Alpha* I responded bitting on my lower lip.

He chuckles as I unbottened the last button stepping back.

He remained glued to his spot, “Take it off”

I gulped down a lump, “But—“

“It’s an order” he cuts me off.

I reached for the shirt taking it off, refusing to ogle at his inviting abs.

*What happened today should be the last time it’ll ever happen* he warns.

I nod, *Yes Alpha, I apologize, I’ll be more careful next time*

*It better not, now go get me another coffee* he orders.

I nodded instantly turning on my shoe as a lone tear slipped from my eyes which I quickly wiped off refusing to show my weakness I paced out.

Was accepting this job a bad idea?

I have a feeling this man is no good news as rumor had said it, I am beginning to see and sense it.

I hope I can handle my asshole of a boss.