I shouldn’t have worried about finding another job, because Bee comes to my rescue.
Two of her mates own a company and they offer me a job as a data entry clerk. A boring job, entering information into computer systems. It also means I have to get up early which is against my nature—which is that of a queen being fed peeled grapes by her suitors, but whatever—and witness firsthand the adoration these two alphas have for their pack, especially now that Bee is expecting.
I’m not jealous but it does hit hard.
Anyway, it’s done. I’m set. I don’t need any other alpha’s help. I’m financially independent and I’m also finally getting over my panic when I go out on the street.
Sure, the nightmares haven’t gone away. I often wake up at night in a cold sweat, reliving that sense of complete helplessness and terror, tangled in my sheets, and clutching a cushion instead of a warm, living body.
The idea of getting myself a cat appeals more and more.
After all, a cat wouldn’t reject me. And I wouldn’t lust after it because I’m not into bestiality personally, so... win-win.
I should ask Sawyer where he got his cat and whether his cat has a cousin I can borrow.
Meanwhile, my ass is stuck to a chair as I enter data so I can pay rent and feed a future cat friend.
“And you’re sure they didn’t have the same issue?”
I shake my head. What the hell was Gigi talking about? All three alphas I’ve fallen for are successful both at work and with others, unlike me.
Then why aren’t they in a pack?
Because not everyone wants or needs a pack, Coco. Some alphas are lone wolves. That’s also normal.
Then why, why...?
You’re looking for another answer because you don’t like the truth. The truth is that they don’t want you.
“Everything okay, Coco?” James St. Laurent, Bee’s top alpha, pokes his head inside my cubicle, startling me.
“Yeah! Thank you.” I turn in my chair to smile at him. “I appreciate the opportunity.”
“Anything for Bee’s friends. If there is anything you need, just let me know.”
I swallow hard. “Okay. Really appreciate it.”
He’s an impressive alpha, blond and towering, but I realize more and more that I’m not simply attracted to alphas but to certain, specific ones.
The ones who rejected me.
“How is Bee?” I ask when he lingers.
“She’s starting to feel better.” His grin is huge and blinding. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.”
“I’m so pleased for all of you,” I say and I mean it. “You deserve to be happy.”
“So do you, Coco.” He nods and turns to go. “We all do.”
“Thanks.”
Wise words, but reality isn’t always kind.
He stops again as I’m about to return to work. “Have you seen Zach around?”
“Zach? No, why? I didn’t know you were friends.”
“Our packs meet often, and Zayne was telling us he’s been kind of absent lately.”
