I Quit, My Grumpy Alpha Goes Regret-Crazy

As the chief secretary of Silvermoon Pack, I stood outside the frosted glass doors of the conference room, holding an iced Americano in my hand. The glass couldn't block the Alpha's pheromones, cold as ice. The scent of cedarwood mixed with whiskey filled the room, pressing so heavily against the Betas inside that none of them dared lift their heads. The man's voice was colder than ice, his words firing off like a machine gun. "Did I spend money hiring you people just to fill empty seats? Was this merger proposal written with your claws? Throw it into Central Park for the pigeons. Even they would turn up their beaks at it. "And this project proposal? I read thirty pages and still couldn't figure out what point you're trying to make. With communication skills like this, if I walked into a funeral, I wouldn't even know who the dead person was. "A bunch of useless proteins. Idiots, fools, and lunatics! You bring me work that looks like a pile of crap, and you don't even bother cleaning it up before putting it in front of me? "When nature was evolving, did you leave your wolf brains behind in the womb? Can you put in even a little effort? "I'm paying you seven-figure salaries. Is that just so you can come here and piss me off?" Inside the conference room, everyone kept their heads down, barely daring to breathe. A few of the younger Betas even had their ears drooping from fear. I wisely turned around and walked away with my coffee. The Alpha was clearly in a foul mood. I would have to be suicidal to walk straight into his pheromone suppression right now. He could survive without one iced Americano. But if I took another round of his verbal abuse, there was a good chance my instincts would go into overdrive and my wolf ears would show. I hid in the break room and spent ten minutes grinding coffee beans. Once I figured he had probably finished venting, I made a fresh double espresso and headed toward the CEO's office. The door was slightly ajar. Someone had gotten there before me. It was Chloe, the Omega secretary assistant who had been pushed into the company through connections in the finance department. She was wearing a body-hugging pencil skirt that looked one breath away from splitting, paired with ten-centimeter red-soled heels. Her pheromones were sickeningly sweet—a cheap vanilla scent that gave me a headache. She lowered her voice into a sugary tone. "Alpha, here's the coffee you asked for." As she spoke, she bent forward, her neckline plunging almost to her waist as she deliberately leaned closer to his desk. Ethan sat in his black leather executive chair. His custom-tailored suit emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His face looked carved by an ancient Greek sculptor—sharp brow bones, deep-set eyes, and features that made him widely recognized as one of the most attractive wolves in the entire New York werewolf circle. But at that moment, his gray-blue eyes were frozen cold. "Who are you? "Who allowed you in here? "Is this part of your job? "Get out." The smile on Chloe's face froze. "Alpha, I'm Chloe, the new secretary assistant. Lyra was busy, so she asked me to bring this over for her." I blinked. Since when did I know I had assigned her this task? Ethan didn't even look up. His fingers flipped through the documents, the Silvermoon Pack Alpha ring gleaming on his knuckle. "Leave. "Don't make me say it twice." Chloe inhaled deeply. Then, in the next second, her foot twisted. She staggered forward, coffee in hand, aiming straight for him. Ethan didn't move an inch. His voice was cold enough to freeze the air. "Before you spill that, think carefully. "This suit cost thirty thousand dollars. Can you afford to pay for it?" She swayed three times before finally forcing herself to stay upright. Ethan lifted his eyes and slowly looked her over. His gaze paused on the overpowering pheromones she had sprayed all over herself. He let out a cold laugh. "Dressed like that, are you here to work or stand on a street corner? "I'd hate for the police to show up and accuse me of running a p**********n business. "I honestly don't know how HR hired you. You're not even qualified to be a decorative vase. "You want the Luna position? "You don't have Lyra's looks, and your ability isn't even one-thousandth of hers." I couldn't help curling my lips into a smile from where I stood outside the door. After half a year of tearing into me, this damn Alpha finally realized what I was worth? But the next second, he added, "Of course, I'm not praising her, and I'm not insulting you either. I'm simply stating facts. "Just like how Lyra dresses more conservatively than my eighty-year-old grandmother every single day. That's just a fact." The smile on Chloe's face was barely holding on. "Or do you think you can climb into my bed just because of your pheromones?" The mockery in his voice was impossible to miss. "People shouldn't crave things that don't belong to them. Instead of dreaming about becoming Luna overnight, you should first check whether there's something wrong with your head." "Actually, I suggest you get yourself checked for Parkinson's first. You can barely even walk straight." I should have known. Ethan's mouth was infamous throughout the entire New York werewolf circle. Chloe ran out crying. Even when she passed by me, she still shot me a vicious glare. Seriously? The man's cold, indifferent voice came from inside the office. "Lyra, how much longer are you planning to stand outside? "Are you moonlighting as security?" I sighed and pushed open the door. This was completely an innocent victim situation. Ethan slowly adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his slender fingers tapping lightly against the desk. Judging by that posture... Great. I was about to get another lecture. "Lyra, I don't pay you a seven-figure salary so you can stand outside my office watching a show. Know your place. You're my chief secretary, not some random spectator. "Use some common sense. I'm currently the most powerful Alpha on the entire East Coast. If someone manages to poison me, you'll be the one answering to the Werewolf Council and spending time behind bars."