Alpha Brocks Mate

The tall glass skyscraper pierced the clouds on the city's edge, filling me with excitement and nervousness. This was the Office of "Sicurezza Del Pacchetto Ombra," where I had been invited for an interview - a moment that could shape my summer and my future.

I felt a surge of pride as I stood there, honored to even be considered for an internship interview at the world's leading data security firm.

Looking at the sign in front of me, my heart raced with the possibility of achieving my dreams of independence and success. Despite leaving my family to study at a human-led university far from home, my bond with them remained strong. My father, the Alpha, kept a watchful eye on me, but I was determined to forge my own path.

My father had limited my university choices to within 100 miles of home, but I wanted more than the traditional werewolf life centered around finding a mate and having pups. I strived to show my worth through personal achievements, not just my lineage or family role.

I knew I wasn't meant to be a Luna; I had the heart and blood of an Alpha. In high school, I embraced being a quiet nerd, avoiding werewolf customs and the pressure to follow a certain path.

Our werewolf lineage in my pack is ancient and pure, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Our essence is sacred, filled with powerful genetics. Our women are valued for their role in bringing forth future leaders of exceptional vigor.

In our society, it's common for men to resist their destined mates, often drawn to the strong power of our pure-blood she-wolves. These females belong to the "Purepack," a nickname given to my pack, known for birthing offspring stronger than typical she-wolves, preserving our heritage. I wasn't willing to simply have start popping out pure pups.

With determination, I delved into studying Business and Data Security in college. There, I felt free from the pressure of finding a mate among humans. I shed my jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies, embracing my authentic self.

As my final year approached, I pondered the journey beyond graduation. Stepping into the Sicurezza Del Pacchetto Ombra building, the click of my heels echoed through the quiet lobby.

When I stepped out of the elevator into the waiting room, I calmed my inner wolf, Aurina, and noticed the attendant. Her scent suggested she was also a werewolf to my surprise as the lobby here was filled with human applicants. Time moved slowly as I sat among various human scents, feeling excited.

Earlier, I disguised my own scent to avoid the unwanted attention of city wolves drawn to the presence of a she-wolf, their love-struck howls threatening to disturb my peace.

I listened closely to the interviews happening in the next room, trying to pick up on the subtle hints of the other candidates. While people moved around during a short break, I stayed in my chosen seat, lost in a silent argument with Aurina.

Aurina felt her inner wolf's anger without her understanding why she was so upset. Looking into the office, she saw the President and his secretary coming out of the back room, both looking a bit disheveled.

Reality smacked me in the face as my number was called, snapping me back to the present. I had hoped the President would be just another human, but he turned out to be an Alpha wolf.

I was led by the Alpha's beta where I found myself in the President's office facing Brock Simmons, a strong Alpha exuding authority from his leather chair. Seeing his nameplate, fear coursed through me - his scent revealed he was my mate. As I met his gaze with unease, a surge of panic engulfed me.

I was flooded with fear at the thought of being mated to such a powerful Alpha. Brock scrutinized me from across the desk, and I struggled to accept the startling reality - we were fated to be mates.

It felt impossible; I had no desire to be mated to anyone, especially not Alpha Brock. His fierce reputation in battle loomed large, and he likely expected a gentle, submissive Luna for his pack, the "Shadow Pack". But I wouldn't be that. Never.

The smell of bacon wrapped around me like a hug, bringing a mix of longing and fear. I panicked, spouting out with urgency "I don't think I am a good fit for this company." Rudely snatching back my resume, I rushed for the stairs, not even concerned about missed chances being hired at this prestigious firm.

Brock's Perspective: Interview after interview passed, and I grew restless. Janice had always been a comfort providing me benefits sexually with no strings attached, but now being close to her felt off. We only went in the backroom for a couple of minutes as my wolf wouldn't let Janice touch me. Which he hadn't argued about for several years, as our mate had never appeared, and I was already twenty-six years old.

I came back out of the other room and straightened up, sitting down, it is then I saw a woman with no scent but intriguing beauty. It felt like a deep connection, sparking my curiosity. My wolf urged me to find her. So, I canceled the interviews. She would be my intern, whether she liked it or not.