Beta’s Alpha Daughter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Elliott, ‘strange’ man and myself head to the elevator. Pushing the button floor 20 we start to go up. Walking out Elliott motions left, “On this floor we have massage, sleeping bunks, therapist for the mind and body, acupuncturist, and meditation rooms. Walking along the hallway quietly to not disturb the peace of anyone on this floor he opened a couple of rooms. They are cute small spaces for relaxing that have walls painted in calming colors, calming smells diffusing in the room, and relaxing music. Different from any other place I have heard about working.

“This is a very nice service you have for your employees,” I offer.

Elliot smiled, “yes it certainly is,” he then motioned for me to head back to the elevators. We stopped on a few more floors to see office areas, a cafe for eating, a coffee shop; Elliott told me they have 4 in the building along with makers in the lounges of the even floors. We get back in the elevator and Elliott pushes the button for the third floor and we start to go down. The door dings and we walk out. ‘Strange’ man has not said a word for the whole tour, just watching me intently.

“On this floor we have our fitness area, sauna, and lap pool, Elliot remarked. As he walked us toward the fitness area I could see an open matted area for what appears to be sparing, treadmills, ellipticals, arch trainers in the middle space, the opposing wall lined is with mirrors and weight racks, squat bars, weight benches, and a section off to the side with bosu balls, a Theraband wall, along with other exercise balls.

‘It would be really nice to work out here,’ Nikita smirks.

Elliott pointed down the hall, “We also have a rehab room with an athletic trainer on staff, who has a few students to help with any taping as needed. To the left is the sauna, we have hot and cold options. The other end of the floor is the lap pool, it has 7 lanes and is heated in the winter months.”

Nodding, I followed him back to the elevator. As it started to go back up to the 10th floor Elliott remarked, “We have a daycare on floor 3 and 25 for those that need it.” The elevator opened and we headed back toward the original interview room. “So what do you think?” Elliot inquired.

“The building is amazing and the additional benefits are wonderful. How many hours do your employees usually stay on site?”

“Most stay on site 12-16 hours between work, meals, fitness and rest periods.”

“Wow. That is slightly unexpected,” I smile in surprise at his response.

Smirking at me, “We really are a family here at Mason Industries. I would like to have you back for a follow up interview with a few additional individuals. Would you be able to come in early next week?” He asked.

“I can fit that into my schedule. Will the additional Individuals be as stoic as our current companion?” I inquire.

Chuckling out loud Elliott smiles, “I am sure the other individuals will have plenty of questions for you as we dig a little deeper in the interview process.”

My nervousness returned at the thought of in depth conversation with more individuals, possibly more wolves.

I pull a tight smile, “When next week do you want to see me?”

“Does Tuesday at 10am work for you?” He asked.

“That is good. I will put you in my calendar.”

“Thank you for today Miss. Louis. I look forward to seeing more of you. My stoic friend here will walk you out,” Elliott smirks at me.

I leave with my silent escort to the elevators. He is still completely silent as we make it to the base floor back through the hall out to the initial reception area. I smile thanking him as he nods to me and the door closes back up. Looking around the reception area has grown busier than before. I walk out of the building to the hot sun. Fluffing my shirt a little I barely make it 10 steps out the door before I run into a solid wall. This wall smells delicious. Nikita is going crazy in my head. Sh*t! I need to get out of here. I don’t even look up as I push off the man and run down the street like my life depended on it. Panic surged through me as I was not sure if he was following me.

‘STOP! GO BACK!’ Nikita yells in my head. ‘THAT IS MA…,” I cut her off, pushing her as far to the back of my head as I can. This cannot be happening! For years I have avoided other wolves and packs. Today not only did I run into multiple wolves, but upon leaving said building filled with wolves I run into him, the one.

I hurried back to my car, locking it as I got in. I finally look up and see no one in the area. I take a deep breath. I can still smell him on me, sweet pine and vanilla. It is delicious like a dessert I need to eat. I did not even look up at him. He has to be tall. I am 5’9”, tall for a girl, and he was still taller. A head taller at least as my head landed just below his collar bone. I wonder if he tried to follow me. I am super fast for a shewolf, I never knew why until my mom slipped that I was of Beta descent. If he did and did not catch me that would mean he was of lower rank in the pack world. Would I even want someone of lower rank, someone not as strong as myself?

‘Um yes, you would! He is our Mate.’

‘D*mn it Nikita!’

‘WHAT?’

‘You said it out loud!’ I scolded her.

‘Mate Xay! He is our Mate and you ran from him!’ She growled angry at me.

‘This was not supposed to happen. You have seen Mom after Dad died. We cannot go through that she barely hangs on now that I am no longer living at home. I do not want to live that empty, void life.’

‘Xayla! We are a strong shewolf! Our mate will be strong, he will not leave us.’ Nikita protested.

‘Dad was a BETA! He died!’ I deadpan.

Shaking her head at me she walked to the back of my mind sat down and pouted as I turned the car into our drive. I hurry up the stairs making sure to lock the door behind me. I click both of the dead bolts and check the window to make sure I wasn’t followed. Peeling out of the stuffy office clothes I walk to the kitchen in my underwear grabbing a drink out the frig. ‘Sh*t. I forgot to go to the store.’ I say to myself out loud. I take my drink and an apple back to the living room and plop down on my soft sofa. I turn on the TV to drown out my thoughts of panic. After a while my phone dings in my purse reminding me that I had not called mom about my interview today. As my mind starts to spiral on what to tell her I see a message responding to my request from earlier today. Ignoring the idea of calling my mom about my interview I flick open the text to see 10pm the usual. Yes! Something to get this crazy day out of my mind.