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Claiming My Ruthless Alpha

After a devastating betrayal by her sister and fiancé, Avery finds herself entangled with the cold and powerful billionaire Alpha, Caleb. To reclaim her dignity and exact revenge on those who wronged her, she enters a high-stakes contract marriage with this ruthless wolf. As she navigates their complex arrangement, Avery must balance her thirst for justice with the unexpected passion igniting between her and her formidable new husband.
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Chapter 7

Casper

My voice was like the roar of a savage wild beast, about to launch on its next prey.

Fuck Raphael!

“I don't need a fucking maid!” I lashed out, gritting my teeth in anger.

Fuck!

I hissed in anger as my chest rose and fell heavily.

“But Alpha, your last maid resigned because of the preparations for her wedding.” Raphel tried to talk me into his stupid idea.

“But she is back now. The bastard cheated on her and she called off the fucking wedding. You should have asked before you decided to do things on your own.”

My gaze met his and I shot him a stern look. “Now what would you do about the little girl you employed without my permission?”

Raphael stared at me in shock. “Without your permission? She is not employed yet, meanwhile, she has to pass an interview.”

“I don't care. Her presence is not needed.”

“But…”

“You heard me. Anna is back.” I interrupted.

“Try to understand, Alpha, I know you like your space void of people, but the workload will be too much on Anna. She can't cook, clean, do the laundry, and take care of the house at the same time. This is where Lilith takes it from her. The burden will be shared else Anna would break down,” he tried to explain.

I heaved a sigh of defeat, knowing Raphael's words were reasonable.

One person won't be able to take care of this big house.

Fuck!

I hated where this was going.

“Fine. But after Lilith, no more maids.” I warned sternly.

“Yes, Alpha.” he smiled in agreement before tucking a file under his arm.

But instead of leaving like he intended to, he remained in the room, watching me closely.

I could sense his uneasiness when his eyes landed on his wrist.

“Is there anything else? What are you waiting for?” I asked, trying to get the truth from him.

“Yes, I was waiting for the new girl. I remembered that I would be the one to interview her. She would be here in a minute. I told her to resume the 7:00 am prompt.”

I scuffed as my eyes darted to the HD wall clock before they bounced on him.

“Great. It's 6:58 am,” My voice bled with mockery. “Such an excellent timekeeper.”

“She will soon arrive.” He tried to sound convincing.

I hissed loudly before shaking my head in irritation.

“She hasn't even been employed and she is already coming late? Didn't you make it clear to her that I hate lateness and I won't tolerate it?”

If I wasn't late, Marina wouldn't have died.

I missed my twins. I missed being called ‘daddy’.

“I did, but…”

His words were cut off by the sound of a soft knock against the mahogany door.

A frown crossed my face as I shot Raphael a deadly glare.

“The interview is in my bedroom, huh?!”

“No, Alpha, I told her to wait for me downstairs, maybe Anna showed her around or she got lost while wandering around.” He tried to convince me.

“Anna should get ready to be fired if she thinks she can let a stranger into my bedroom.” I declared, using my Alpha tone.

Before the door parted open, I threw on my shirt, buttoning only a few as I didn't want any stranger drooling over my abs.

Relief coursed through me when the door opened to reveal Anna with a tray of food in her hand.

I heard Raphael release a tense sigh before leaning on the wall.

“Good morning, Alpha,” she greeted. Her voice was cracked, devoid of happiness and liveliness.

I could barely recognize it.

Her pain wafted in my nose and heartbreak oozed throughout her body.

Dark circles were glued to her eyes and I could tell she had been crying all night.

That's what she deserves for falling in love.

Love makes you weak.

Love is capable of turning a gallant soldier into a pathetic fool.

It was a curse that brought weakness.

After Marina, I would never fall in love again.

Fuck love!

Annoyed as her hands began to tremble, I took the tray from her, placing it on the table before pulling her away from me.

“Get yourself together, Anna. You are not the first person to get heartbroken and you won't be the last. I don't care if your fiance slept with your aunt a day before your wedding, I care about how you will perform your job without letting your emotions get to you.”

“If you care about this job, you better forget that douchebag and focus on it diligently. For fuck’s sake you are paid handsomely for this job so get to work!” I half-screamed as I was already pissed off.

I hope her tears didn't drop in my coffee when she was making it.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see her tear up but she quickly wiped it with the back of her palm and stifled her cry.

Better for her.

I hated emotions. It screamed weakness. And people use your weaknesses against you.

I was bitten once, but I would never be bitten again.

I rolled my eyes at the judgy look that Raphael shot at me.

I knew my words cut deep into her but I don't give a fuck.

Silence fell between us and she was about to leave.

“Anna, did you see any lady outside the estate or downstairs?” Raphael asked.

“No, sir,” she replied before bowing briefly and disappearing out of the room.

“7:20 am? I'm afraid your Lilith is not ready for this job,” I shook my head in anger, ready to dismiss Raphael so that I could wallow in my self-pity.

But then, a knock landed on my door.

Anna bursts in, panting hard.

She looked like she raced down to my room.

Her lips were filled with news.

“There is a strange lady waiting downstairs. She said she is here for her interview.”

My eyes landed on the clock before meeting Raphael’s.

“She is an hour late."

“Alpha please…” Raphael tried to convince me, but my mind was already made up.

“If you insist on making her work here, then I would make sure this is her personal hell!”

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