Chapter004
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NOA'S POINT OF VIEW
My deepest fear has finally materialized. My pregnancy resulted from my arrogant Alpha mate Eitan Cohen, who discarded me after discovering I was a rogue. His position as the CEO of Cohen Industries makes the situation even worse. The man who rejected me now runs Cohen Industries, where he sells phones and computers to the magical realm and earns billions because, of course, he does. Life just loves screwing me over.
My hand glides over my belly as I feel soft flutters beneath my skin. The small kicks inside me feel gentle and show me that I have support even when I feel sad and alone.
I murmur softly to the baby inside me, "You and I are all we have." "Daddy might be a jerk, but you? You represent the greatest event that has ever occurred in my life. I deeply regret that I missed the opportunity to slap his smug face. He's a jerk, but he has a lot of money. We need his wealth to sustain us because you are my baby.
I feel embarrassed to state it, but I have no money, and my life has become unmanageable. The apartment I live in represents Tel Aviv City's lowest-quality housing option. I owe money on the rent while living in an apartment with walls so thin that my neighbor's cigarette smoke permeates my bed linen. I'm three months into my pregnancy, and my unborn child should be human by now. Because werewolf pregnancies cannot extend beyond three months, we face a serious issue. A big one.
The species of my baby doesn't matter because I will love them, whether they are humans or wolves. The fact that I am a rogue means danger follows me everywhere. As their parent, I’d feel more secure knowing my child would be stronger and safer if they were a werewolf. But if they’re human? I must protect them by myself. I cannot determine how much longer I will be able to continue running.
Despite being a heartless bastard, Eitan is not willing to let his own offspring perish, right?
Despite my hatred towards him, I cannot choose any other option. I need to stand up to him to force him to accept responsibility for his actions. I have found myself fortunate that Cohen Industries needs a secretary position filled, and I am among the selected candidates scheduled for tomorrow's interview.
I walk back and forth in my little apartment, nervously practicing what I will say when I finally meet him in person. There’s no way he knows I applied. He can't remove me from my home once he learns about the baby, can he?
I reached Cohen Industries before the scheduled time the following morning. I sit in the modern lobby with sweaty palms while my heart pounds hard. Individuals dressed in sharp suits stride by me while their shoes produce a tapping sound on the marble floor. I feel small. I feel out of place. I must not allow fear to take control.
After some time, the receptionist lifts her gaze and smiles at me politely. "Noa Ben-David?"
"Yes," I respond with my voice more stable than my actual emotions.
Mr. Cohen will meet with you in ten minutes. Before you go inside, please review the folder I am giving you.
I give my approval with a nod while my fingers hold the folder so firmly that it becomes difficult to release. I locate a chair and begin turning over the pages to look at company policies and job duties.
The handwritten note tucked at the bottom of the page makes my stomach fall.
It takes guts to think I would hire you after turning you down before. This should be fun, Miss Ben-David."
My fingers tighten around the paper. That bastard knew. He allowed me to enter the room because my arrival was not a surprise to him, and he seemed intent on embarrassing me.
I could leave. I should leave. But I won’t.
For the baby.
For me.
I force myself to straighten my posture and square my shoulders as I follow the receptionist to Eitan's office. Each step feels heavier than the last. I slide the glass doors open to find him seated at his imposing desk, where he studies my every move like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Hello, Noa," he says smoothly. It’s been a while. Have a seat."
That smirk needs to come off his face with a slap. I took my seat and crossed my arms to shield my stomach. "Eitan."
"Still feisty," he whispers as he examines me like I'm a puzzle he's attempting to solve. What makes you want to join my team here?
My qualifications make me suitable for this position, as I speak with a steady tone. My previous work experience includes positions as a receptionist and secretary. I’m proficient in various computer programs. I learn fast. And I work harder than anyone else."
"Mmm." With a hesitating pause that extends beyond expectations, his eyes move over my body. "And how do you handle stress?"
"I adapt," I reply tightly. "I don’t let emotions cloud my judgment."
He smirks. "That’s funny, coming from you."
I clench my teeth. Should we discuss my qualifications at this point?
Eitan adjusts his position to lean back in his seat while his fingers rhythmically tap the desk surface. "You might be a good fit. If only you weren’t a rogue."
My stomach twists. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, sweetheart." His voice has a smooth quality, yet it conceals a subtle edge. "I don’t hire packless wolves. It’s bad for my reputation."
My hands curl into fists. The office remains in pristine condition with its sleek furniture and high-class decorations while offering a panoramic view of the entire city. He has everything. And I have nothing. I have no secure pack to ensure my baby's protection.
I should keep quiet. But I don’t.
"Eitan, "I told you I'm pregnant," I say, cutting through the tension with a sharp voice. "And the baby is yours."
The air shifts. He freezes, his entire body going still. His smirk vanishes, replaced by something unreadable. For the first time since entering the room, I could sense him shaking. He looks as though I knocked all the air from his lungs.
"What did you just say?"
"Listen to what I said," I responded while raising my chin. "You have two choices." I need you to either hire me or provide enough financial support for me to raise our child on my own.
Eitan's jaw tightens. His hands clench on the desk. Silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating.
Then, without warning, he growls.
How could you possibly believe that I would allow you to work here while you're pregnant?
My heart halts. "Eitan, I need money—"
"You're moving in with me."
I blink. "What?"
His authoritative voice gives me no opportunity to dispute his command. "Rogue or not, that doesn’t matter. You’re carrying my child. You deserve the finest care available since you're pregnant with my child, irrespective of my personal feelings towards you.
I look at him while shock crashes into me with an overwhelming force. "You can’t be serious."
His icy golden eyes lock onto mine before his words freeze my blood.
"Pack your things, Noa. You’re coming home with me."
Home?
What the hell is he planning? !
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