Alpha's Look of Love

A REAL WOLF

CHAPTER 9

The next day…

Wearing a new pantsuit from the collection given by Estan, Ada stepped out of the elevator at eight in the morning. Every morning since she was employed in CatStark, even though their official time starts at nine, eight in the morning was her usual arrival time. She didn’t mind being early, she was always first to come in, always present, and the last to come out in the office of the President unless dismissed by her boss early.

“Wow, ma’am. You look good today,” greeted the office cleaner hired from the cleaning agency while admiring her new appearance. Amanda was nearing her fifties, almost a mother figure to her.

“Good morning, Amanda. Thank you,” Ada replied with a smile. Nothing changed in her appearance except for the perfectly fitted pantsuit that emphasizes her perfect figure--a body of a model with well-endowed breasts. Her hair was still in a bun, fake freckles on her cheeks, darkened bushy eyebrows, heavy rimmed eyeglasses over her grey contact lenses, and her phony retainer --yet--the change was still noticeable.

“You want me to get you anything?” Amanda offered. She had been asking the same thing every morning, and her reply was always the same. 

“Nah—, I had my breakfast as always. See you later,” and then Ada moved towards her cabin, near the office of the President.

Ada did her usual morning routine, cleaning her desk first, even though the cleaners had already cleaned it. Then, she’d update the president’s itinerary for the day. After that, Ada would go to the President's office and check his desk for anything that wasn't supposed to be there.

Ada found some entries to their computerized scheduler, which came from other company officers, and also found a request from the President himself to arrange a board meeting for the next day and stockholders meeting the day after the board meeting.

“Hmm. Is there something wrong?” Ada pondered. In her two years at CatStark, she never experienced two days in a row meeting by the company's upper echelons. The board meets every quarter, but the stockholders meet only before the end of the year. It was not time yet for their year-end activity. 

Ada made a draft memorandum, sent it to the president by email. Once she got a response to her email, she would send out the memo to each and every member of the board and stockholders. She was surprised that in just two minutes from the time she sent the email to the boss, he responded with the approval of her draft memo.

Ada’s eyebrows knitted when she saw the response, “He’s working early?" she breathed. "What seems to be the problem?” 

She immediately typed a response and sent it back to him, stating that she would email the individuals involved within the day. Even though her mind was bothered, it was not her place to ask what the concern was.  She was there to do the job as ordered and not meddle with matters that had nothing to do with her. The boss’s meeting with the board was his concern, and she was in no position to intrude unless he himself would initiate to inform her.

After sending out her response, Ada then proceeded to the president’s office. Upon entering his office, she cleared his table right away, noticing the unusual clutter. Usually, she only cleared his desk of glasses of water, wine, or scotch, but not today; there were documents, pens, crumpled papers, and his tablet. 

Ada noted that he didn’t bother to clean up last night. As far as she could remember, it was a first to his desk cluttered--her boss was very tidy. He always cleared his table before he left the office.

 Her eyes focused on his top-of-the-line iPad.

"His tablet?" She picked it up, "He always carries this tablet with him; how come it is here?" she murmured.

But…before she could even think of an appropriate answer to her question, the door leading to his private pad next floor was sprung open, and a man with only a towel covering his lower body part strode without reservation and inhibition inside the room. He was like a living God.

Ada’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the perfectly carved figure with drips of water on his body. It seemed to paralyze her nervous system for brief seconds. She cleared her throat, then her heart pumped rapidly in her chest, threatening to jump out in her throat. 

Anon's lean tall and sculpted body inched at an even pace toward her. There was no expression on the sharp and profound face. He was as perfect as he always looked…even more so when he didn’t have clothes on his ideal form.

Ada swallowed the thick liquid in her throat.

Anon's deep-set of amber eyes looked at Ada’s frozen form, with a mixed expression on her flushed face. He squinted and frowned, but the lady remained immobile…

His almost naked tempting bronze form, with his disheveled chocolate brown hair and deep amber pools, made him more irresistible. Ada was rooted on her spot.

“Ms. Greyback…Ada,” he barked at her.

Ada’s eyes and mouth open wide. His voice jerked her from her deep nasty thoughts on him. Then she closed her eyes, “Ssss-so-sorry boss!” She stuttered, realizing what had taken place. She was sure he saw her looking at his body admiringly.

“What are you doing here, so early?” Anon asked. His guttural voice increased the tension of Ada.

“Sorry, sir, I was just clearing your desk!” Ada apologized, with a trembling voice.

“Why are you so early when the office opens at 9?” His tone wasn’t encouraging; it was accusing.

“It’s my usual time here, sir,” she replied with a voice that seemed to come at the deepest part of her throat.

He released a heavy breath a bit agitated since he still couldn't read his assistant's mind. He preferred to read minds so he didn't have to wait for answers, but for some reason, his mind-reading gift didn't work on Ada.

“Give me my tablet; I’m just upstairs if you need me.” He said coldly. He didn't have to raise his voice for people to fear him.

Ada extended her shaking hands with the tablet on it, and he took it from her. By accident, their hands touched--a slight skin-to-skin brush for a fraction of a second...but Ada felt the waves of warmth spread through her body. Her blood surged at an unimaginable speed at that brief touch. She had proven that when the eyes were closed, the senses were more active. 

However, the same was not felt by her boss. 

As soon as Anon got the tablet, he turned and move away from her saying a word, strolling back to the opening where he entered and forced shut the door as he left.

When Ada heard it, it was only the time she opened her eyes. She breathed. She was stunned beyond comprehension earlier, she didn’t notice how long she had stared at her boss's body. She was so ashamed. 

Ada was so absorbed with her thoughts that she failed to notice earlier the scent which had spread inside the room. However, now that she was more conscious…she noticed that intoxicating scent.

She closed her eyes and sniffed slowly and deeply...then, every particle of her body shook…the scent--the irresistible and intoxicating scent, drained her human form instantly…the distinct scent would only belong to a powerful creature.

The scent…the man…the werewolf.

Ada’s strength totally escaped her body. She felt the floor move, and she sat weakly on the chair for several minutes.

The realization shocked her beyond words. Various emotions floated in her face and her breathing became unstable. She leaned her back on the chair, feeling…nothing. She went blank for several minutes.

Ada jolted back to reality as she heard some noises outside as the door was left open; otherwise, it was impossible to hear anything in a full-sound-proofed room. She hastily stood up and got all the mess from her boss's desk, and hurriedly left the room. She went straight to the pantry but realizing people would be coming in to get their coffee, she moved out and went to the nearest restroom. 

While inside the restroom, she entered one cubicle and sat there for several minutes, with her mind in a frenzy.

A werewolf…her boss, was a werewolf!

Her heart was pumping so hard in her chest as if it was about to explode at any time. She couldn't believe what she had discovered. A werewolf, a very powerful werewolf-- Anon Damascus Stark. Even his name sounds powerful. 

Why did she not know it from the start? How could she not sense him sooner?

"See--he can help us, Ada," that voice again that she always ignored spoke.

"I am always begging you to forgive me. I promise not to bring you trouble. Please, Please, Please," it continued to beg.

"Shut up!" she whispered and closed her eyes to concentrate.

Ada could hear a low, feebled sound, the entity was expressing unhappiness, but she still ignored it.

"The Alpha can help us!" was the last sound she heard, and she shut off, leaving Ada alone, and in total shock.

Alpha? Was he an Alpha? How could Lilit discern what Anon was?

But...NO! He must not know her real identity...unless she was assured that he was not an enemy!