The Alpha's Secret Obsession

Emily's POV

"No wolf, no seat. Rules are rules, right?"

My colleague threw the words at me like a slap across the face, right there in the middle of the bar.

I clenched my fists so hard I thought the glass might shatter in my hand.

All these years—mocked, excluded, stepped on—just because I don’t have a wolf.

“Emily, don’t be mad…” Anna cooed beside me, fake sympathy dripping from every word. “Nobody really meant it.”

“Yeah, you’re great at your job,” another chimed in, smirking. “But facts are facts. No wolf.”

I laughed bitterly. “Oh, really? Funny, considering I’m the one who stayed up three nights finishing that project. The proposal? My work. The slides? Mine. And now that it’s almost done, you all suddenly remember I’m not ‘one of you’?”

As soon as I opened my mouth to argue, one of them let his wolf peek through—eyes glowing, jaw tense, like he was ready to rip me apart on the spot.

Anna laid her hand on my arm. “Let’s not make a scene…”

God, I wanted to throw my drink at all of them. Right in their smug faces. But I couldn’t. Rent, medical bills… I needed this job more than I needed pride right now.

I grabbed my bag and stood. “Enjoy your little wolf club. I’m out. I’ve got better things to do—like sleeping.”

The second I stepped out into the night, their whispers followed like knives in my back.

“She’s really got a mouth on her for someone with nothing to back it up.”

“No wonder her life’s a mess.”

My nails dug into my palms so hard I almost broke skin. Whatever. Screw them. I needed a drink—a real one.

Half an hour later, I was in my hotel room surrounded by bottles, slouched on the couch, drinking alone like the pathetic loser they said I was. The more I drank, the louder their voices got in my head, circling like vultures.

And then it hit me—Sara. My only actual friend in that goddamn company. Where the hell was she earlier?

I grabbed my phone and called her.

“Emily? What’s wrong?”

“Sara, come drink with me. Seriously. Those wolfed-up assholes just humiliated me at the bar.”

“What? Again with the wolf shit?” Her voice was weirdly muffled. “Hang on… kinda tied up here… ah—”

A low laugh—male. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“Sara. What the hell are you doing?”

She huffed. “I’m on a date.”

“A date? And you left your best friend to get eaten alive back there?”

“Emily, you’ve never had sex—you don’t get it. It’s incredible.”

“I don’t need incredible—I need a friend!”

“If you ask me,” she said, barely even pretending to care now, “you should find a guy, get laid, maybe your wolf will finally wake up. Worked for me!”

“Oh my god—what are you even—” My head was pounding. Years of being looked down on because I didn’t have a wolf, no partner, no bond—and now this?

“I’ll send you some videos,” she added cheerfully.

“Are you serious right now?” I groaned. “Do you think that’s what I need?”

“Just try it. Ah—gentler, babe!” she giggled on the other end. “Emily, seriously, think about it.” Click. Call ended.

I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, brain spinning from alcohol and humiliation.

But the more I tried to forget it, the more her words echoed.

Find a guy. Maybe it’ll happen.

What if… she was right?

Drunk, miserable, and desperate, I unlocked my phone and shot her a text.

Send the videos.

My phone buzzed almost immediately:

???

No more crap. Send a man or send the videos. Room 101. Now.

I tossed the phone aside. God, I was drunk. My whole body felt hot and restless.

A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of it. Already?

I stumbled over, steadying myself on the wall, and yanked the door open.

I froze.

There was definitely a man standing there—but where the hell did she find him this fast?

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Perfectly cut features, hidden half in shadow under the hallway light.

“You—”

I didn’t even finish before he leaned down and kissed me. Hard. The scent of whiskey hit me full force.

Jesus, he was drunker than I was.

Next thing I knew, I was being pushed backward, the door closing behind him with a solid thud.

“Wait—who are you?” I braced my hands on his chest.

But he didn’t answer. His lips crashed into mine again—possessive, rough, wild. My brain screamed stop, but my body betrayed me. The rush of adrenaline, the heat pooling low in my stomach—I was spiraling.

I tried to pull back, catch my breath, say something rational, but he swallowed every word with another bruising kiss. Before I knew it, my knees hit the edge of the bed, and he followed me down.

That’s when I finally saw his face clearly.

No.

No way.

Alexander Blackwood.

CEO of my company.

This wasn’t happening. I had to be dreaming—or hallucinating—because there was no way Sara sent me Alexander-freaking-Blackwood.

I stared at him, stunned. “How the hell…”

He pressed a finger to my lips, shutting me up like it was nothing. One hand already sliding his tie loose, eyes locked on mine.

I should’ve shoved him off. I should’ve screamed.

But instead I thought:

Sara wasn’t lying. This does feel… kind of amazing.

And the way he looked at me—messy hair, heavy-lidded gaze, mouth slightly parted from kissing me breathless—it was like gravity itself had given up.

He didn’t recognize me. Of course he didn’t.

Middle school. Same row, back of the class. He was the golden boy. Everyone knew Alexander would inherit an Alpha title someday.

Me? I was no one. Invisible. Ordinary. Human.

And now, here we were. Same room. Same bed.

What the actual hell.

I squirmed, trying to slip out from under him, but he just caught my wrists and pinned them over my head like it was nothing.

His lips traced from my jaw to my throat, and I let out a shaky gasp, hating myself for how good it felt.

This is insane. This is a mistake.

But as I looked up at him, hair falling over his forehead, lips parted and breath hot against my skin, a reckless thought flickered through my mind.

He doesn’t know who I am. And honestly? I don’t even care anymore.

Fine. Screw it. I’m done playing nice.

“Then let’s do this,” I whispered against his mouth, tilting my chin up to kiss him back.

Game on.