Chapter 2

• Enna was still at the door, her face twisted in shock as I emerged.
• I smiled at her sweetly, Alpha Nick’s scent still clinging to me.
• “Good morning! As you wished, Nick held me all night. We’re getting along great.”
• “You’re lying!” Enna snapped. “No way!”
• By all accounts, Nick should’ve hated me.
• But the facts were facts. We spent the night together—just sleeping.
• It didn’t matter.
• It was worth it just to see her angry and jealous face.
• I walked away with a smile on my face.
• But Enna panicked. “You mangy little wolf from some poor, backwater pack—I’m telling you now, I will never let you become the Luna of the Brown Pack!”
• The moment the words left her mouth, Alpha Nick stepped out of the room.
• Enna instantly shrank back. “Nick…”
• Alpha Nick’s expression was grim, the edges of his eyes glinting with amber—a sign his wolf had been provoked. He was clearly angry. As a Beta-ranked wolf, Enna knew better than pushing further. She shut her mouth obediently.
• …
• I had a servant take me to my room to freshen up and reorganize my things before heading downstairs for breakfast.
• At the table sat Mrs. Johnson, Enna, and Alpha Nick.
• Mrs. Johnson sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sleeping in and not even helping with breakfast? You really think you’re already the Luna of the Brown Pack, don’t you?”
• I glanced at her, replying coolly, “Well, I’m not a servant of the Brown Pack either. And frankly, I think you should be more concerned with Enna’s table manners than mine.”
• Mrs. Johnson’s face turned a stormy gray, and she shut up.
• Cook breakfast? In your dreams.
• Throughout the meal, Alpha Nick didn’t say a single word. From the way he looked at me—or didn’t—it was obvious he wasn’t fond of me either.
• It was a tense breakfast, with everyone giving each other side-eye. When it was over, Mrs. Johnson handed me a prepaid credit card.
• “There’s five thousand euros on it. Go get yourself some decent clothes before heading to Brown Pack. And listen—follow the rules. Don’t cause Nick any trouble.”
• To build a rapport between Alpha Nick and me, the Brown Pack’s old Alpha Ken had suggested I work as Nick’s secretary. Our pack’s elderly Alpha Tim agreed immediately, and no amount of protest from me changed their minds. Three months. Just three months—I could survive it.
• Five thousand euros? What a joke.
• I said, dripping with sarcasm, “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. But no need.”
• All my clothes were custom made—of course, they couldn’t tell the brands. I couldn’t be bothered to explain. I turned and headed upstairs to change.
• Just as I got to my room, my phone buzzed. A transfer of fifty million euros. My credit card balance now had more zeroes than I could count.
• Then I received a text from the old Alpha Tim of our pack.
• “Wendy, take good care of yourself, okay? Buy whatever you want, eat whatever you crave. If anyone bullies you, tell me.”
• I smirked and replied:
• “William, everyone at the Brown Pack’s bullying me. This isn’t fun at all.”
• He texted back instantly.
• “Finally, someone dares to bully you. Good, good! Alright, I’m off to go fishing.”
• Me: “…?”
• Then another message popped up.
• “Remember when Alpha Nick held his coming-of-age ceremony? I brought you along. You were about to go through your first transformation; your spirit was unstable. That wolf pup caught a glimpse of you from afar and told me—dead serious—that you were his fated mate…”
• I thought for a moment. “I don’t remember.”
• Then I slipped into a tailored professional outfit and left the mansion. The chauffeur, Beli, opened the door for me, and to my surprise—Alpha Nick was already in the car.
• “I thought you said you had zero interest in me. So why take the job as my secretary at the Brown Pack?” His voice was low and rich, laced with sarcasm.
• I shot him at a side glance. “I gave my word to our pack’s elder Tim that I’d stay by your side for three months. After that, we go our separate ways. No mate bond, no drama.”
• “Heh.” Alpha Nick chuckled coldly. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall for me in those three months? Mates have a unique bond, you know. It’s not something you can resist. What if you end up clinging to me, begging to stay?”
• I couldn’t help but laugh.
• “My, my—so the ever-so-cold and untouchable Alpha Nick is that confident? Let me put it this way: not in three months, not in three years, not in a lifetime—I will never fall for you.”
• To me, Alpha Nick was nothing more than a pretty face.
• Sure, he was an Alpha. But so was I—and my bloodline was purer.
• Nick’s expression turned pitch black.
• There was no way in hell I’d ever fall for him.
• “Miss Smith, you better remember those words.”
• He probably thought I was playing some kind of Omega-style seduction game. Saying I didn’t like him, then showing up at the Brown Pack, even moving into his territory…
• Ah, the Moon Goddess really had a twisted sense of humor.
• I gave him a professional smile. “Of course, Mr. Johnson. Don’t worry. Three months from now, we’ll part ways. Actually, let’s pretend we don’t even know each other once we arrive at the Brown Pack. That way, we can avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Do you agree with me?”
• Nick didn’t say another word. I assumed he agreed.
• But I was far too optimistic.
• Rumors had already spread outside. People were saying Alpha Nick had a fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. And she was from some no-name little pack. Probably brainless.
• Back at the Brown Pack, the Omega-ranked wolves were gossiping nonstop.
• “Did you hear? That woman’s actually going to be working here. As Alpha Nick’s secretary!”
• “Wasn’t she supposed to be hideous? From some tiny, unknown pack? Didn’t even graduate from a real university? Can she even read a document?”
• “Hahahahaha—forget reading, she probably doesn’t even know how to turn on a computer!”
• I heard everything they said as I stood at the door.
• But the moment Alpha Nick and I walked through the entrance, all jaws dropped.
• The tone instantly changed.
• “Look, look! Who’s that woman behind Alpha Nick? She’s gorgeous!”
• “Oh my god, her legs are so long and straight—and that skin! I think I just fell in love…”
• “Could she really be the fated mate we’ve all been hearing about?”
• “No way. Impossible!”
• Speculation flew. They thought I was from a visiting pack. But when I parted ways with Alpha Nick and headed to the secretary’s office to report in, words spread like wildfire.
• The mysterious, beautiful, and effortlessly cool woman who arrived with Alpha Nick? That was Wendy Smith—the future Luna of the Brown Pack.
• They were probably all wondering: Damn, do small packs have those kinds of beauty?
• I shrugged it off and went to HR to finish my onboarding. But as soon as I stepped into the secretary department, the gossip started again.
• “She’s even prettier than Rina! That’s insane.”
• Mary, an Omega and the head secretary, sneered. “So, what if she’s pretty? She’s still just some nobody from a tiny pack. She’s not worthy of Alpha Nick.”
• I walked back just in time to hear that. I smirked and said coldly, “If I’m not worthy, then, are you?”
• Mary stiffened. She turned around but didn’t dare refute me. My status—and my aura—spoke for themselves.
• “Alpha Nick said that if you’re part of the secretary team, you’ll be treated like everyone else. No exceptions. This is the file for today’s ad shoot. You’re in charge.”
• I took the folder with a mock smile and walked off.
• Behind me, Mary’s little clique huddled up, whispering nervously.
• “Is this the Louis ad shoot? Oh god… is she going to mess it up?”
• I glanced at the schedule. Louis. That name did sound familiar…
• My gut told me Mary had set me up with trouble.