All Chapters of The Dark Side Of The Alpha Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Her heels clicked against the floor with a rhythm as she headed for the elevator. Her manager was still in front, while her PA positioned himself behind. She moved with an effortless grace; heads turned and eyes followed her every measured step. While majority of the on-lookers stared with astonishment, others clad in suit costumes stared with warm smiles on their faces - the staff of the hotel. Even if they were too frozen to smile, they had to 'cause that was their boss. Jerika got into the elevator with the two men beside her and watched the floor indicator panel as it counted up to the fourth floor and stopped. That wasn't her floor, it had obviously stopped for someone. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the face of a young man on medicated glasses. He held a cup of milkshake with him which he drew from, his eyes were lost in his smartphone. He knew when the elevator doors opened, but when he lifted his gaze to behold the occupants, his lips pulled away from his straw. He

The clock ticked towards the end of day. Working hours were over, but Jerika was a little busy in her office, so she stayed behind for a couple of hours. She knew the rest of the workers would have left already - maybe not all of them. After a while, she rounded up and called on Reagan to come get her briefcase. It was his obligation to take her briefcase to the car daily; on most occasions, he even followed her home. When Reagan showed up in the office, he had his working glasses on with an iPad in his hand. That made Jerika realize he had been working before she called. Reagan smiled at how intact Jerika's beauty remained. Her lips were still red - matted, and her hair was still in even strands. She honestly didn't look like one that had been working tirelessly the whole day. "Alpha, are you done?" He asked as he stood in front of her desk. The office was so cold, he felt like sleeping in there all night. "Yes. Get the case," she mumbled while fixing the files on the table. So

A crystal chandelier casted a soft glow over the large cozy room, illuminating the faces of four men seated on circled armchairs. One of them was younger then the rest. The air was thick with the scent expensive cigars and aged scotch as the four men entertained themselves. Shortly, the fifth man walked in, being the oldest among them.    He was eighty-one years old with wrinkled eyes and grey hair that spoke of his time and experience.    The four men watched him with respect as he walked in and took a seat.    "Good evening, grandpa." The younger man inclined his head.    "Alex. Where's your brother?" The old man asked, glancing round the room.    "He's upstairs."   Then, silence descended. The old man lowered his gaze and let his anxiety eat him up.    "Grandpa, I think you need to calm down. You've been d

The meeting hall was as silent as a tomb. Jerika looked just like the Alpha queen she was known for as she sat before her people. The few elderly ones stood at the back. Jerika could point out a lot of her staff from the company. It was easy to figure them out as they were clothed decently in suits. All eyes converged on her, like she was a magnet drawing them in. The silence stretched enough in the room, and when Jerika was satisfied with their attention, she began. "Two days ago, I got a complaint from a cop," her gaze was like a wave, rippling between them as she conveyed her message. "He complained that certain wolves were harassing people on the streets. You know, there were about nine Alphas in that room, and I had expected it to be one of them. But guess what? It turned out to be people from my pack. My.own.pack. Do you have any idea how humiliating that must have been for me?" A faint hum of

Silence stretched in the office with only the rustling of a file heard as Jerika flipped through it's pages. Her eyes scanned the profile of the first applicant seated before her.  His qualifications were quite impressive - he'd schooled abroad, in one of the best institutions. He was proficient in six different languages and had very good recommendations. She couldn't find a fault with him.  She shifted her gaze from the file and looked at him. "Mr Lennox, why do you wish to work here?" she asked evenly. She stared unwaveringly at him, and how he was able to hold it was something that baffled her. Most people meeting her for the first time could barely hold her gaze.  "Well, I've always admired this company and looked forward to working with you," he answered calmly.  His reply was so brief, he didn't ramble on like the others.