The back office was, self-understood, at the very back. The front of the club might entertain clowns of all sorts. At the back, evenly designed corridors reprimanded business with every strike of shoe bottom on the black and white chessboard tiles. Had the hallway always been this long or time had slowed down, thought Vanessa? She had been only twice summoned to the back office since she started a year ago. Never in the middle of her shift.
Her lungs reached for air, if she was called like this, it must be not good. Her fatigue traveled the other way when she was headed for the office. Adrenaline thickened the silence in her ears and sweat built underneath her collar. She twisted her hands to keep the pace even. The lights above illuminated two men sitting on either side of the door. Both wolves. Her wolf hissed in return. For the human eye, they didn’t pose a threat. For an animal, intentions seemed fused with blood that flowed in the being. So it warned her way ahead. When she came close, they didn’t spare her a glance. Both man-wolves were focused on their phone, frowning every now and then. But before she could ask them anything, the oak-colored office door swung open. The man who now stood on the other side lent her a small smile.Vanessa’s feet were rooted to the floor of the hallway still. She needed a moment to regain her motor functions. She openly stared at him. Mikhail Ryder. A tall, as tall as the two men still on their phones, with hair so blonde they seemed unnaturally white, square jaw completed with a blunt nose man who was none other than Beta of the Half Moon clan, who offered her and her family refuge long time ago. “Come in Vanessa.” She supposed his voice had to match his demeanor. It was husky, laced with the confidence of someone who stayed ahead of whatever life threw at him. She barely nodded. Her heels dug in the plush carmine carpet. She knew he and the Alpha owned this club. It was a perfect business spot for wolves to have in the city. Even though it was located on the suburbs. What she couldn’t understand was, why on a Saturday night, club owners paid attention to measly matters? Like hers. She was still standing near the closed door while Mikhail made himself comfortable on the couch opposite. Her back tingled with curiosity. Tail bone fizzing underneath her muscles. She discerned another presence inside the room. Her eyes cut swiftly to the oval desk refusing to harmonize with rest of the furniture. On the other side of it, a black leather chair, subtle yet commanding rocked back and forth. She tried hard to discern the occupant of it, but couldn’t make out anything except the back of their head. That too, only silhouette. “Do you know what happened downstairs a few minutes ago?” All traces of politeness gone from Mikhail’s expression broke her out of her reverie.He didn’t even ask her to sit. Okay then, she thought, better cut this quick.“I… I don’t know. I served him the drink and went to the loo.” Her voice whispered. She believed she looked positively pale, especially under the soft yellow light.“Were you aware of who he was?” His questions astonished her. What was he trying to get at?
“No… No. I promise I have never seen the man before in my life!” Her tone sharpened with dread and confusion. “He is someone important to the pack Vanessa. This mishap at our club has caused us a great deal.” Mikhail leaned forward, thick forearms sustaining upturned hands, eyebrows raised, imploring her to understand. What was there to understand? She was sorry someone roofied the drink. It rarely happened here but she was sure if it had been someone else on the receiving end, she wouldn’t be here. And how was any of this her fault? She voiced her thoughts.“I am really sorry of what the poor man had to go through. And it was awful. I am more sorry it happened here.” Oh crap. Her toes twitched. Her anxiety was fast climbing. “Vanessa. We saw on the camera, you rummaged in the drawers below before preparing his drink. You had been standing there for forty minutes and this was the only drink you made. We have to protect the clients here. I am sorry to inform you, but you are fired.” Oh, God. Please anything but this. She opened her mouth, once, twice, the third time a squeak escaped her throat. That terrified squeak rose and stood suspended in the space between her and Mikhail. His lips pursed, hands clasped together, he was watching her carefully. His scrutiny declared some amount of care as if he had thought twice before firing her. As if he was left with no other options than to rob an honest worker of a job they committed one year to. She was no lily of the holy pond, but this, this cruel dismissal gave way to hysteria.Mikhail tried to find his footing when this girl, who barely reached his pectorals, started laughing. Either she was neurotic, or silly defiant. Loud, shrill, nails on a chalkboard. A very uncanny reaction to being fired. Maybe she was happy to be free. She had come here to do what she wanted, pull some nasty prank. But her guilt didn’t sit well with him. For what bigger purpose was she serving trying so badly to poison someone and failing at it? It was far from a pre-planned assassination attempt. If she was just some neurotic wolf who loved mischief and attention then firing her would put an end to the matter then and there, requiring no further investigation. But he had fired her regardless of what could be. Her laughter seized. Her neck felt extra stiff, as if her cords were stretching, tightening, reigning the anger in. Shock had passed, leaving in its wake anger, cashing in all previous reticent of things that happened to her. Things always happened to her, and she let them. Her cognitive functioning resembled a broken record, so she didn’t regret whatever happened next.“Jerks! Turds. You filthy turds! I should’ve roofied your drinks!” her scream tore to the laments of frigid quietness. She threw her nameplate tag at Makhail’s feet, tearing her shirt a little in the process. The rip in her shirt from the safety pin had punctured the skin below her collar bone. A small red dot oozed on the skin, forcing Mikhail’s attention there. Vanessa then did the most unlikely thing, she hissed. And she could see Mikhail’s eyes widen to the sound her vocal cords could produce so well.Her anger mingled with hurt when she caught his eyes on the sliver of skin she showed. She knew he wasn’t checking her out. Ryder gave preferential treatment to girls who could at least reach his lips
The letters' content were not surprising, not in the least. So she wasted no time, sought out her best looking formal attires, laid them all on her bed. She had three. She didn’t have the luxury to neither afford good ones nor to spend time on picking the right one. Her hands pressed over the chiffon fabric, seagreen and decent for how it had aged in her closet. She decided to walk all the way to his, the Alpha’s place. If she had consumed anything other than coffee in the morning, it would’ve been lying in her toilet pot. She had puked twice, bile instead of food. Walking might perhaps bring color back to her skin. But she’d have to suffer with her questions all alone through out the journey. She had only walked a few
What does one call an after effect of paralysis? When blood courses through like a ritual only to find there's nowhere to go? She felt about the same. Vanessa Flynn was screwed tight, a step inside the office, someone had bolted her there with a nail. She was facing him. HIM. Oh she knew his name alright. How could she not? Her wolf had been on edge last given their proximity. Now, it howled. It wasn't recognition of any sort. Just that, in twenty three years of her life, nobody had held her rapt attention the way this gorgeous man did.His hair reflected sunlight, a complexion of hazy brown and twinges of black. His crumpled suit was the vestige of a long day. Or night. He hadn't changed. What pissed her off then and there was the vulgar air of confidence he exuded. Never mind the appropriate dress up. She thought he was a walking epitaph to disclaim the 'vain' in vanity. For he didn't care ho
By the time Vanessa returned home, it was lunch time. Her stomach growled, protesting at another cup of lavender tea, but she had very little money right now and no energy to re-stock her food supplies. Her wolf, especially, did not prefer that. Animal could go hunt for herself, but she worried about how the human carried herself. The worry was judicious. If wolves in human form lacked strength to shift into wolves, what good were they? Vanessa was young, had managed to keep the muscles she had built as a teenager chopping, crafting woods. Soon, they’ll deplete with lack of oxygen if she didn’t change what and how she ate. Vanessa realized her wolf was in no mood to spar over their living conditions with her. Poor thing was as resigned as she was exhausted. She managed to enjoy the cup of tea before her phone rang, shrill in the quite house. She knew who it’d be. “Hello Mum.” “Hello, Ness. How are you baby?” She had missed her mother. Their relationship had been rocky before, when
A small package wrapped in a brown paper bag sat on her porch. Puzzled, she picked it up and tested its weight. Light, compact. A cubic. Her fingers found the note on the other side. She went inside to read it.'These are the freshly made set of keys of the villa. And my number, should you need it.Mikhail.'Written in block letters, with less space than needed between the letters, so it looked like a congested print. She drew the drapes close. Still wondering why she got the keys to Noah's villa, she felt uneasy. More so, coiling and uncoiling the paper with Mikhail's number on it. He was expressing familiarity she hadn't expected. Unlike Noah, that is. He didn't scare her. But he did make her nervous. She can’t quite put her finger on it, but Mikhail Ryder was inadvertently making up for something. Perhaps for firing her, but that seemed too pale a reason. She’d ask him what his deal was. For now, she could feel her bed beckoning her. Her only friend, Abigail, demonstrated her con
Slick in her beige clothes the next morning, Vanessa contemplates covering the distance from her house to the villa on four feet but chickens out. Not in the habit of running around as a wolf in front of others, she settles to walk. Even when it takes approximately an hour.Today morning, she’d have no time to admire the place all over again. It was a double-edged sword anyway, to want to pet all the animals living inside, including the owner. She was still in trepidation over her role here. She understood management but knew nothing of the bureaucracy within the halls to know where her boundaries lay. Was she to manage the mundane in and outs of his day or did he want her here the whole time? Still making her way upstairs, keys jingling in her left hand, she heard his voice, cursing on the phone. Already? It was seven in the morning, and it was Saturday. Alphas didn’t take the weekends off, of course. But how in contrast to his father he appeared, Rourke Abel, the presiding Alpha of
Indignant, her anger swam forth. Where was she? In a boarding school? What was he threatening her with, imposing all these rules?“Last time I checked. I was here because I am not a pack member. I don’t care what they say because I don’t associate with them. There is no reason for your distrust. But if you still feel that way, you can fire me. Better yet, I will leave.”He was enjoying all right. Way too much, even though Mikhail was scolding him in his brain.‘Stop pushing her Noah. It really isn’t fair.’‘We need to know if we can trust her. Let me do what I am good at.’Mikhail rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture only Noah caught on. But Noah knew he was making sense. If he were to find out why different smaller clans were at each other’s throat for past six months, he needed to know his information gathering was not known to anyone. He trusted his pack members, his close confidantes, especially Mikhail. But pack members knew very little of pack politics
Vanessa’s wolf was lazy compared to her panicked state. The beautiful animal, husk brown coat with white patches on hind legs lingered to take in the forest. Tress swept past, mud and snow cackling beneath, its paws digging the ice. It felt like any other run. Until a canto of heavy thuds, almost like the horse hooves but softer resonated behind. At first, she thought it to be another wolf running but the scent gave him away. Intense, titillating aroma like the green-tinged fumes of absinthe, getting over juniper covered snow. That’s how she knew Noah Abel was stalking her. Her panic promoted to hyperventilation, she could hear the wolf right beside her now. His breathing was easy, languid while she panted. What was with him? The man was gorgeous but the wolf was striking. Signature alpha genes physically manifest into the sharpest black colour fur covering the vast expanse of his body. The sheer size of him made Vanessa feel her own wolf was a pup only. She focused on him as he clo