Alpha Conan's Rejected Nanny

Josie POV “You look hot! Let me take another picture.” “One more we have to go!” I said before posing for another picture. The ball had already started, and my parents were already there. I couldn’t afford to be late because I wanted to make a good impression. I was on active duty tonight a beta bodyguard could never relax. I wanted to make a good impression because I was barely six weeks on the job. Despite being the youngest beta bodyguard for the Alpha’s family, there had been a few mishaps. Danger was everywhere tonight, and I could feel it. With so many important people in attendance, there had to be someone lurking in the shadows looking for an opportunity. “This is just like we planned when we graduated from high school! You become a bodyguard like everyone else in your family, and I get a loan from Daddy to start my restaurant!” My best friend beamed. “And if things go any better, my wedding will be in six months.” She frowned. “Let’s go before you get any crazier ideas. Six months is not nearly enough time to plan a wedding.” I laughed. Tonight had to be perfect. “Let’s go. We might be late.” “We’re right on time, Josie.” “Yeah, but I have to speak to Ryan first. He has to tell me where I’m positioned tonight.” “Alright, I’ll get started on the drinks!” Oakley squealed. She squeezed me and we left my house. While she went ahead to the ball, I went to the Pack House, where my boyfriend and brother Shane were. “There you are,” Ryan said. He took a minute to take me in. A soft blush spread on my cheeks. Ryan’s eyes lingered on my waist before what little lust lingered in his eyes vanished, and the solid soldier stare returned. Ryan had been a bodyguard for five years. He was responsible and came from a well-respected family. Ryan’s Dad was Alpha Rufus’ Alpha General. Ryan was trusted with handling the Alpha family’s protection, but we all knew being a bodyguard was just a stepping stone to higher positions in the Pack. Everyone expected Ryan and my brother Shane to be a part of the next Alpha’s regime. “I’m not late,” I said, with a small smile. “Yeah, but we’re done anyway. I want you on the floor tonight. You don’t have to do much, Josie. If you see anything suspicious, just tell me.” “Do we still get to dance?” I batted my lashes at him. “Come on, it’s the perfect cover to snoop.” He thought about it for a second. “Yeah, you’re right.” I knew Ryan too well. We’d been together for seven years. There wasn’t much he liked to do outside of working. He was constantly scanning for danger and potential loopholes. “Great! Let’s go.” I took his hand before he uttered anything else, and we walked arm in arm to the ball. The atmosphere was amazing. People were chatting and laughing. The drinks were flooding. My parents were happy. Ugh, my heart swelled with gratitude for the moment. My boyfriend’s arm tensed in mine. “Everything okay?” I asked. “I forgot I need to report to the Alpha.” My eyes shot across the room to where Alpha Rufus threw his head back and laughed heartily. It didn’t look like he wanted to talk shop while he was with the young and beautiful women in his circle. “I’ll be right back.” I nodded. Before I could think about how in love he was with his job, Oakley found me. “Got you a drink. Non-alcoholic since you’re working.” “Thanks, Oak,” I mumbled. I watched Ryan walk passed Alpha Rufus and walk through the shiny red curtains. Why’d he lie? If he wanted to double-check the security, he could have told me. I shook the thoughts out of my head. “Something wrong, Josie?” Oakley asked, concerned. “N-nothing. Let’s dance. Everyone’s having a great time.” “That’s the spirit!” Oakley beamed! We moved to the dance floor. No one really bothered to follow the rhythm, but no one cared. We were just trying to have a good time. I noticed all the famous Alpha heirs in attendance. Our allied Alphas joined us. My Father spoke to General Braxton of our neighbour pack and our greatest ally. He was getting older in the years, but still clung to his title. I noticed my brother Shane standing by the door. He looked bored out of his mind. I doubted anyone would try to attack us tonight. The security was massive, and with all the Alphas together, they were harder to take down. That was until my Father walked off, probably to find my Mother. General Braxton walked to the wine table and picked up a glass. I stopped dancing and watched him. He gingerly walked to the food table with his white wine. Everything seemed innocent until I saw an unfamiliar face approach him. It should have been a meaningless encounter when the unfamiliar person walked passed him, but I noticed the bubbles appear in the white wine. That shouldn’t happen unless it was spiked with something. “Josie?” Oakley asked, alarmed. Ryan told me to alert him if I saw something suspicious, but there was no time. General Braxton was about to drink from the glass. So many people walked in front of him, he didn’t notice me shaking my head and waving my hands. Of course, someone wouldn’t plan an outright attack! They had to be strategic about it. I abandoned my best friend and charged towards the old general. “General Braxton! Put that down,” I yelled. People gasped and stared at me as I raced towards the old man. He didn’t listen. I shoved people out of the way. I slapped the glass out of his hand. The expression of shock on his face was horrifying. The Glass shattered, and I tripped, accidentally tackling the man to the ground and landing on top of him. “What the hell is going on?” He coughed. “General Braxton, I’m sorry I—” “Joise, what are you doing?” My Father rushed to me and held out his hand. He inspected me first before he questioned me again. “What have you done?” Ryan and Shane hurried to help Braxton to his feet. “Crazy girl,” Braxton grumbled, dusting himself off. “Someone spiked your drink.” “You think I’m so senile that I wouldn’t notice someone slip something into my drink?” he barked. “Of course not. It happened so fast, but I know what I saw.” “That’s a serious accusation, Josie. Why didn’t you tell me?” Ryan scolded me. “There was no time.” The music stopped, and everyone was looking at me and the scene I caused. Where’s the man who spiked the drink? I knew he wasn’t invited. He would prove I didn’t screw up. “Honey, you’re bleeding,” Dad said. He raised my arm, and I saw the long superficial cut. “These are serious accusations, and we will look into them, General Braxton. Right now, I’m going to take my daughter home.” Dad walked me out of the ballroom. It was a walk of shame. I knew what I saw, and if I hadn’t done what I did. General Braxton might be dead.