The Secretary He Rejected Is The Alpha King's Daughter
Chapter 5
Seraphina POV:
The street outside was in chaos. Four armored SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the building, blocking traffic. Men in black tactical gear poured out, their movements precise and lethal. These weren't security guards. They were the Royal Guard—the elite executioners of the werewolf world.
The revolving doors spun.
Dante walked in.
He looked impeccable in a custom tuxedo, his hair gelled back, a red rose in his lapel. He was beaming, clearly expecting to walk into a surprise party for his engagement.
"What is all the noise?" Dante asked, adjusting his cufflinks. "I told the pilot not to land the chopper until—"
He stopped.
He saw the guards on their knees. He saw Lola trembling in the corner. And then, he smelled it.
He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. The scent of the White Wolf hit him like a physical blow. It was the scent of a predator so high up the food chain that his own wolf instantly whimpered and curled into a ball inside his mind.
He turned slowly and looked at me.
I was standing in the center of the room, blood still drying on my lip, but I looked taller. Stronger.
"Seraphina?" he asked, confusion warring with fear. "What... what did you do? Why do you smell like that?"
Lola ran to him, clutching his arm. "Dante! She's crazy! She called some gang! Look outside!"
Dante looked at the soldiers swarming the entrance. He looked at the crest on their chests. His face went white.
"That's... that's the King's crest," he stammered.
He turned back to me, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Seraphina, look, I know you're upset about the engagement. I was going to give you a severance package. A big one! Fifty thousand dollars!"
I laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. "Fifty thousand? My father spends that on wine for dinner."
"Your father?" Dante frowned. "Your father is a nobody. A human criminal."
The glass doors shattered inward.
Don Salvatore Vitiello stepped through the ruin of the entrance. He was a giant of a man, wearing a bespoke Italian suit that couldn't hide the massive muscles underneath. His presence was suffocating. He didn't just walk; he consumed the space around him.
Ten Royal Warriors flanked him, their assault rifles raised, their eyes locked on Dante.
Dante's knees began to shake. He recognized the face. Everyone knew the face of the Alpha King. It was the face of death.
"D-Don Salvatore?" Dante squeaked. "To what do I owe the honor? Is this about the territory dispute in Jersey? I can explain—"
Salvatore didn't even look at him. His eyes were fixed on the bruise forming on my cheek.
"Who touched her?" Salvatore asked softly.
The silence was absolute.
"Who touched my blood?" Salvatore roared, his voice amplifying with an Alpha Command that shattered the remaining windows in the lobby.
Dante's eyes widened. He looked at me. Then at the King. Then back at me. The pieces finally clicked into place. The "human" secretary. The mysterious father. The bet.
"No," Dante whispered. "It's not possible."
Salvatore raised his hand. He didn't use a weapon. He simply released his aura.
"Kneel," the King commanded.
It wasn't a request. It was a biological imperative.
Dante tried to fight it. His ego, his arrogance, tried to keep him standing. But he was a boy facing a god. His legs collapsed. He slammed onto the marble floor, his knees cracking against the stone.
He was forced into a bow, his forehead touching the ground at my feet.
Lola screamed, trying to pull him up. "Get up, Dante! Why are you bowing to them?"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Dante hissed into the floor, his voice trembling with terror. "That's the King! That's the Alpha King!"
I walked over to where Dante lay prostrate. I placed my foot gently on his head, pressing his face into the dirt.
"You wanted a wolf, Dante," I said, leaning down. "Well, here I am."
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