MATED TO THE PENTHOUSE ALPHA KING

My body was all shaky, and my mind was blank for a second, but the sound of my phone notification brought me back to reality.

My brows furrowed while I fumbled with my bag in search of it. I was shocked when I brought out my phone from the bag.

I stared at it for some seconds, wondering how it made its way into my bag.

"Bastard, you got what you wanted," I cursed. I didn't even know when he returned the phone.

"Hold on, the screen." I can't believe he fixed the screen. I remembered the phone was broken in more places than I can count. For a second I was grateful to him for saving me some cash.

But when I recalled that the screen broke thanks to him, I quickly snapped out of it.

I opened the message that came earlier, and I was shocked to see it was from Kane.

"Speak of the devil," I whispered.

"How do you like your new job?" I read the text out loud.

I was loss for words, glancing from the phone to the promotion letter I had been holding the entire time. I hurriedly went into my supposed new office; I had no idea how to feel about the whole situation.

For a second I felt sorry for Mark, but when I remembered how he unjustly fired me, every shred of pity and guilt I felt disappeared.

I guess this is what it felt like to have friends in high places.

I sat on the chair smiling from ear to ear and swirled around happily.

"He listens," I whispered to myself. I picked up my phone to type an appreciation text but didn't know how to start. I don't want to come off like an ass-licker, but I also didn't want to be branded ungrateful either.

"This was you're doing?" I texted, pretending I didn't understand his message.

"Who did you think did it? Karma? I didn't want that pig anywhere near you; now we're even."

I didn't know what to make of it; I just wanted my old job back. He didn't have to fire Mark to give it back.

"What does he mean by being even, He can't be into me?" I whispered but immediately shoved the thought out. It sounded crazy; How could he, when he was just getting back from his exhausting night out with his slut.

I spent the whole day moving into my new office as the new supervisor. By the time I was done, it was break time.

I was already exhausted and collapsed into the chair to catch my breath.

I can't believe none of my colleagues would help me. I know I'm the freak sleep concierge, thanks to my gloved hands, but I had never imagined I would suddenly be hated.

I heard them whispering behind my back a couple of times as I came to pick up a few things, but I decided to play dumb. Besides, they are the least of my problems.

"I need the money," I chanted a few times. I mean, money is the only emotional booster I can relate to right now.

My phone chimed, the moment I saw the message on the screen, I gasped and jerked off the chair.

"No, no, no!" I screamed, picking up my bag and phone. I dashed off from the office. I ran to the unit entrance door; luckily, he wasn't there yet.

I have suffered enough gossip and backlash for one day; having him visit me at my office to congratulate me would blow things out of proportion.

"The almighty Kane Reed, never," I whispered as I hurried down the hall, hoping to catch up with him somewhere secluded and stop him. Immediately I took the next turn, down the hallway. Close to the elevator, I saw him standing by himself.

I sighed in relief and moved closer only to find someone else standing at the corner with both hands held together. I dodged, praying he didn't see me.

Mr. Reed was wearing a button-up black shirt that could barely contain his well-defined muscles and a pair of black trousers to go with it.

On a closer look, I noticed the person he was speaking with was Kris Tanner, the hotel manager, Mark's son. My heart skipped a beat.

I texted him to meet me out front, away from the prying eyes of the hotel manager and my colleagues.

He read the text and ignored me. Before I knew what was happening, he was heading towards me with the hotel manager walking behind him. I made to walk away but he caught up quickly.

"There you are," he smiled at me.

"Hi, Mr. Reed." I forced a smile and turned to Kris, who was staring at me confused.

"Mr. Tanner, good day," I greeted, praying he didn't remember me, but how could he not? I mean, I'm the reason his father was fired.

"I should introduce you. Meet my fiancée, Miss Anabella Stone." I turned almost immediately to glare at him, shocked to my bones.

"I... It's a pleasure to meet you." I was transfixed to the spot, unable to say a word. I clenched my fist, fighting the urge to punch him across his face, but that would be suicide.

"Please do take care of her," Kane said to Kris. I turned to face Kris, still faking a smile.

"We should get going, honey," Kane said to me, fondly placing a hand on my back. I wanted to yank myself away from him, but I didn't want to cause a scene.

Immediately when we were outside, I moved away from him.

"Go where? We didn't agree to go anywhere," I reminded him.

He held open the SUV door parked right in the alley.

"Get in," he ordered, his two-colored eyes shimmering. Of course, there he is, the psycho that I know.

"We didn't talk...."

"Remember the contract you signed: you go where I ask you to, no questions asked," he recited it like some poem.

"Bastard," I cursed under my breath. It was barely a few hours, and he was milking it already.

"What was the penalty fee again, two million..."

"Fine, I will get in!" Cutting him off, I quickly got into the car, cursing him internally as the driver sped off. I was in a dilemma the whole time, wondering where he was taking me. We drove for hours nonstop until I dozed off.

* * *

I was slowly gaining consciousness when flashes of memories hit me. It was Kane smiling at someone.

The loud music was deafening, but it was soon cut off, and everything was swallowed by darkness; then an image of a man lying unconscious on the bed hit me.

I shrieked, and my eyes flew open, only to be staring into his eyes.

I was startled the moment I noticed I was in his arms, he was carrying me bridal style. I jumped off his hands; that would explain the vision—his bare hands must have touched my bare legs.

He ignored me, moved close to the wardrobe, and began to unbutton his shirt. It was dark outside already. So I couldn't see much.

"Where are we?" I asked him looking around.

"My Pack"

"What? Celestial Pack?" I shrieked out wide-eyed. It was my first time visiting a pack house.

I didn't know how to react to the news.

He glanced at me before taking off his trousers.

"Ana must have filled you in." He arched his brow.

"You should rest; you will be presented to the elders tomorrow," he announced while he snuck into the sheets. And closed his eyes.