Scarlet
Today, there was no school so I took the full day for work. I went hoping Damien wouldn’t be there.
The office was as cold and sterile as I remembered.
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, blending with the rhythmic clicking of keyboards and the occasional ringing of phones. I stood at the entrance, gripping the strap of my bag tighter than necessary, bracing myself for what awaited me after a week away.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t needed the break. I had. But returning felt like willingly stepping back into the lion’s den.
Or rather, the Alpha’s den.
Damien Vanderwood. My tormentor. My boss. My... mate.
Not that he seemed to care, he clearly showed that last night.
The thought of him was enough to send a shiver up my spine, equal parts resentment and something far m
