"Alpha, Amelia Forston is here to see you," Alex's secretary, Zhanna, said over the intercom.
The man cursed tiredly and leaned back in his leather chair. The only thing he needed now was her! After the meeting, where it turned out that the construction of the new building, where he decided to move his office, was postponed again, Alex was angry and did not want to see anyone.
Alex was the alpha of a huge clan of werewolves that settled on the shores of sunny Italy and, as the leader of the pack, was responsible for every wolf that encroached on his loyalty. Unfortunately, this list does not include she-wolves, otherwise he would have put this girl in her place long ago, and would not have tolerated her attacks.
Having decided to ignore the visitor for now and let himself calm down a little, Alex continued to study the documents lying on the table. The pack has grown considerably in recent years, and he is already starting to feel cramped in this lived-in building, where his grandfather used to sit.
"She said that she will not leave the company building until you agree to meet and talk with her."
Amelia is a stubborn she-wolf, but I am not an errand boy to follow her whims.
"Tell her to make an appointment properly! Let her find Vic and explain everything to him if she has something urgent," he ordered in a cold, calm tone, although a storm was raging inside him.
He deliberately said this phrase loudly enough. He knows that Amelia is now pacing the reception area on the other side of the door and can hear him perfectly well. He smiled to himself, noting that his anger at the negligent construction contractors was fading away, and in its place came the familiar feeling of hunting.
"It seems to me, Alpha, that Signorina Forston is very determined," Zhanna said carefully, choosing her words. "I suppose..."
The secretary did not have time to continue. The door to the office swung open and hit the wall with a dull thud, revealing to the man the magnificent body of a young she-wolf. Only her gaze was furious with anger, and her beautiful blue eyes were flashing lightning. The secretary stood slightly behind her and spread her arms apologetically.
There was no point in getting angry at Zhanna. Amelia was not the kind of girl who would stand in line to see an alpha.
"Everything is fine, Zhanna," Alex said.
"Please, leave us," Amelia asked, putting on a smile and turning to the middle-aged she-wolf. "Alpha and I need to talk in a private setting."
Zhanna had worked with his father and had seen a lot during her career, but she had not expected such impudence from a bratty little girl who was old enough to be her granddaughter. Zhanna looked questioningly at the owner of the office, put her hands on her hips, and did not move.
"Leave us, please," he said to the elderly woman. "Call Vik, let him wait for me in the reception area for now."
"Okay, Alpha."
Zhanna bowed and closed the office door, leaving the young people alone.
Alex leaned back in his chair and looked at the lively black-haired girl standing in front of him. A girl, not a young woman. He had never considered her as one of his possible lovers, remembering how scandalous her affairs could be. The press discussed her love affairs almost every year, many of which were outrageously unforgivable.
The girl's sky-blue eyes flashed lightning, and her usually pale cheeks turned crimson. Now she was gorgeous, attractive, but nothing more. The man felt nothing but irritation towards her. Although her deep, gusty breathing swayed her small, firm breasts, which attracted his attention.
Alex had a small fetish that almost no one knew about. Contrary to the opinion of most, he liked exactly this kind of breasts. Small, able to fit completely in his palm.
"So, what made you so unceremoniously invade my territory, Amelia? Did you decide to turn your attention to me after another love scandal?" he asked with a lazy smile and a clear smirk in his eyes.
The girl turned up her neat nose and narrowed her eyes like a wild cat.
"You're a bastard, Alex!" Amelia said. "I bet this is your doing! No one I know can play behind the scenes the way you do!"
Alex raised one eyebrow in surprise and sat up straight in his chair.
"I don't understand what you're talking about now. Please explain your words."
Amelia is the daughter of the Alpha of a neighboring pack, with whom their fathers had been close friends, helping each other. The childhood of the young people was quite stormy and fun. Alex was almost fifty years older than Amelia, but the girl did not take this difference into account.
If at the beginning of their communication, the girl tried to interest him in herself, dragging herself everywhere with him arm in arm, now everything had changed dramatically. She hated him as much as he hated her.
The reason for this is simple. The feelings of jealousy and possessiveness inherent in each of their kind did not pass them by. If at first, the man saw her as just a little clingy thing that didn't allow him to relax like an adult, then after she found herself in the epicenter of a scandal with his married friend, he stopped taking her seriously and distanced himself from her.
Unfortunately, he can't completely refuse to meet her, because she is the daughter of his friend and comrade, and besides, she has alpha power.
"My father deprived me of my allowance," Amelia said. "He blocked all my credit cards, canceled my accounts, kicked me out of the villa, and refuses to give me even a cent."
Burning with righteous anger, the young she-wolf walked up to the table and rested her hands on its surface, polished to a mirror shine. Slender, graceful and so flighty. Werewolves, of course, do not observe celibacy, and have fun to the fullest, but at least they do not bother married couples.