MATED TO THE PENTHOUSE ALPHA KING

This is the twelfth time or more that I have been pacing in front of the elevator, holding a white envelope, while trying to muster up the courage to do the needful.

Why do I always have to pay for these fool's inability to control their dicks? This is the third job that I was sacked from this year alone.

Is it a crime to be beautiful and also curved in the right places?

I can't afford to be fired again. What would happen to my plans of going back to college?

Someone should pay for this, but it definitely won't be me.

"I won't stand for it anymore," I blurted out, and I punched the elevator button a little too hard like I was stabbing it. With my gloved hands, I tried calming my nerves when the door dinged and swished open.

"This is it," I reminded myself, to either back down now or remain silent forever.

I slipped in, and the door closed right back. I was still holding the stupid sack letter Mark gave me this morning.

I had always seen him as a professional kind of guy; little did I know that he was a low-life swine.

I should give you a little backstory.

My name is Anabella Stone, an orphan. I never got to meet my father before he died, but I heard he was the Alpha of a Pack. My mom, Kristina Stone, died a few years after I graduated high school. I have been fending for myself ever since.

I have a stepmother and siblings somewhere, according to my mom, but I don't know them either. She said she fled the pack with me when people began seeking to kill me, and we have been hiding out among the humans ever since.

I didn't find it odd that people would want to kill me; everyone here called me a freak, as I normally get visions when I touch someone or when I get touched; hence, I cover myself pretty well.

Anyway, Mom never told me why people would be after me or who they were; she only made me promise her to always wear wigs and contacts when I want to go out to cover my white hair and purple eyes color, and I understood her because if someone was really after me, then I would be spotted easily.

I guess this made me take on jobs that hide me pretty well. until I was sacked a few minutes ago, I worked as the sleep concierge at the Venus Hotels, owned by Mr Reed. I helped troubled guests sleep better. I had a blast working at the hotel, the fat paycheck, and the little perks of talking and being gifted by our wealthy customers until I turned down my direct supervisor's advances towards me.

He threatened a couple of times to sack me if I didn't have sex with him. I thought he wouldn't have the balls to go through with it until he handed me a sack letter this morning. Thankfully, I had him recorded for a rainy day like this one.

"Bastard!" I cursed,

The slight shift in the floor signaled I'd arrived. I sighed, and immediately the door swished open, and I got off.

"Wow," I whispered. It was my first time at this part of the hotel, as a matter of fact, everyone working at the hotel knew the penthouse was strictly out of bounds. Although there are rumors of the owner locking himself away on this floor, no one has seen him for sure.

I don't know if I am going to survive this, but going to the hotel manager is useless since Mark is the manager's son.

I want blood, and the manager wouldn't give me that. I wasn't sure the rumors were true, but there's no turning back now.

I pressed the doorbell; it was the first time I saw a doorbell in a hotel room. I didn't get any response, so I rang again, praying he answered this time.

But there was still no answer. I ran my hands through my black wig, almost in tears, wondering if I should give up already. I held the door handle and leaned in when the door creaked open.

I jerked away, startled. "I didn't open it," I screamed.

"Hello!" I said, but the silence was the response I got, which piqued my curiosity. I pushed the door open and slowly walked in while searching around.

"Hello!!" I said while walking into the room. honestly, the designer of this room needs an award; everything in the room speaks luxury and wealth.

I could imagine how much it would cost to sleep in a place like this for just one night.

"Focus," I scolded myself.

There were clothes stacked in the wardrobe, the bed wasn't made, meaning someone slept in it, there was a large portrait of a man on the wall, and there were a few plates on the table with crumbs that looked like pancakes and whatever sauce he ate it with.

"Someone slept here," I whispered under my breath. I thought about taking a peek at who it was, staring at my gloves, but I couldn't handle those creepy images flooding my mind.

I shoved out the temptation to take it off and decided to accept it as fate. I turned to leave, my heels grazing the tiles as I walked dejectedly in defeat. I guess Mark was right after all; he could fire me, and I wouldn't do a

thing about it.

I was almost at the door when suddenly the door flew open as if it were opened by a gush of wind, it blew past me. And It felt like I was touched by some cold hands, sending chills down my spine.

Before I knew it, flashes of images flooded my mind: a beautiful gigantic mansion, a pack of wolves hoping freely in the woods, a man lying dead on a bed locked away, a handsome man sulking in this penthouse, and an image of...

The image didn't finish when I felt something shove me back, and then I was back in the room, in the arms of a man. He was dangerously handsome, our eyes were fixed, and I felt a feeling that overtook me, setting my whole body on fire.

But there was something off about him. I have spent a lot of time in the human world to know a human when I see one. And the one staring at me isn't. I looked from the portrait to the man, and I needed no one to tell me it was the same person.

He was above 6 feet tall, with black hair, and his eyes were kind of confusing. One was red, while the other was black. His face was well-chiseled, and his muscles were well-defined like he had been exercising all his life. And he was a wolf. I couldn't go wrong with that scent.

I stylishly pulled off my glove and placed my hand back on him, but I could see nothing—no images whatsoever. This had never happened before, so I goti away from him and fell on the chair behind me. Images after images started to come through, so I stood up from the chair immediately I didn't want to see another image of where the chair had been, I turned to face the man who was staring at me like his prey.

"What do we have here?" He whispered, walking close to me. At first, I thought about running, but somehow I felt safe around him. My wolf was jumping in the back of my mind.

He came closer, covering the space between us. He took in my scent, and I leaned in more to inhale more of his scent. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face.

"Touch our mate," my wolf said while he was staring at me. I felt a fresh wave of fear run through my body.

My mom had always mentioned this mate stuff. I thought she was joking until I started reading about it, but I never imagined I was going to find my mate since I'm more than 10,000 miles away from any wolf, but here we are.

"How did you get in here?"

"I'm sorry.... sir..... but the door.... it was open," I stammered all banged up.

"He left it open again. I think I won't feel guilty if I decide to kill him, this time" he whispered, but I heard him anyway, thanks to wolves super-hearing stuff.

"What do you have there?" he pointed at the white envelope I had been clutching all this time.

"Are you Mr. Reed?" I asked, now understanding why he was so rich, to own or be a shareholder in most of the companies in Los Angeles. Wolves live longer than humans, and most usually have family wealth. I was sure my father might be rich too because my mother's ring was super expensive, but she forbade me from selling it.

"Is that for me?" he asked, and I offered him the letter while I started explaining the reason I was here.

He took the letter off my hands and tore it open, and while I went on with my reason for coming here, he read through the letter.

"Hold on, you are a what?"

"A sleep concierge, like I help people sleep better, I have..."

"We have that at this hotel." he blurted out, cutting me off and staring at me strangely.

I ignored him while I went on to explain things to him. I pulled the orphan card, and the job is all that I have right now.

"An orphan! And you have nothing, not even a strong family name?" He asked, looking at me so demeaningly.

For the first time in so many years, I wanted to disappear from someone so badly.

"How could the moon goddess pull off this mockery of a match? How could the moon goddess match me with a nobody like you? This would only make me seem weak to my people; they are already on my neck. With this, no one would ever respect me," he barked, pacing the room, but stopped abruptly.

"No one would find out we are mated if I just killed you here and now," he said, smirking. It was as if something overtook him; his eyes glittered, his teeth elongated, and I knew for sure that this would be my very last day on earth.