killing the Wolfless Alpha

interview

Lit's P.O.V

Years had passed, and despite the changes in my life, my resentment remained unwavering. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, the silver strands of my hair gleaming brightly, while my once vibrant blue eyes seemed devoid of their usual spark.

Another dreaded day awaited me at school, despite my feeble attempt to fit in by dyeing my hair black. The relentless bullying persisted, impervious to my efforts.

To repay my aunt and uncle for their role in saving my brother thirteen years ago, I worked three jobs. I never ceased my attempts to show gratitude for the life my brother had granted me. If it weren't for the murderers who had cruelly taken my parents away, I wouldn't be burdened with this existence.

"Let's go," my uncle's booming voice echoed from downstairs. I hastily pulled my hair into a bun and applied my daily makeup, not forgetting to darken my hair. Feelings of inadequacy engulfed me, as I faced the world, exposed and plagued by my insecurities.

Grabbing my school bag, I rushed downstairs. My brother greeted me with a warm smile, and I reciprocated, although my two bratty cousins hissed at me in disdain.

"Why did you take forever to get ready? You won't receive any lunch money today, Lit," my uncle sneered, his words cutting deep, as they always did.

As always, my brother handed me his lunch money. We arrived at school, and I made my way to the entrance, releasing a heavy sigh. Another dreadful day loomed ahead. I opened the door, and instantly, judgmental eyes locked onto mine.

"Lit, you're late again," scolded my teacher.

"But it's only 7:58 am, and school starts at 8:00 am," I pleaded, hoping to evade any further trouble.

"Stop arguing and go sit in the back of the class," she dismissed me.

Resigned, I took my place and found a clutter of junk on my desk. It was a familiar sight, one that I chose to ignore. "We move," I whispered to myself, a mantra to navigate through the torment.

Just as I was about to clear my desk, my teacher's voice interrupted me once again. "Stand at the back of the class."

Her change of mind came swiftly. I followed her command and stood at the back, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation.

"Sorry for being so late, Mrs. Grace," Edward spoke up.

A cacophony of excited squeals erupted from the girls in the classroom. Edward possessed a certain charm that immediately captured everyone's attention. His golden locks cascaded around his face, framing his mischievous emerald eyes.

"No worries. Where would you like to sit, Edward? The class is already filled up," Mrs. Grace asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Edward surveyed the room before his gaze landed on me. "I will sit beside her," he declared, pointing directly at me.

"Lit?" Mrs. Grace called, seeking my confirmation.

However, fatigue had long overwhelmed me, and I had drifted off, oblivious to the commotion around me.

A soft smile graced Edward's lips as he observed me. "She's adorable when she's asleep," he thought, captivated by my peaceful slumber.

"LIT!" the teacher's voice boomed, jolting me awake.

"Yes, ma'am?" I responded groggily, attempting to regain my composure.

"Sleeping during punishment?" Mrs. Grace asked, her tone laced with disapproval.

"This nice boy wants to sit beside you. Take him to your seat," the teacher instructed, gesturing towards Edward.

With a bright smile and a wave of my hand, I greeted Edward. My attention then turned to the mess on my seat, and embarrassment flooded my cheeks. As I moved to clean it up, he picked up the junk from my seat and tossed it towards the responsible individuals, making a bold statement without uttering a single word.

I had always harbored a crush on him, but with my poor grades and the cloud of misfortune that surrounded me, how could anyone like me? His brown hair and gentle brown eyes were captivating.

As Edward settled into the seat beside me, a wave of undeniable attraction washed over me. His presence was captivating, drawing the attention of everyone in the classroom. The girls around us failed to conceal their envy and jealousy, their glares filled with resentment directed at us.

Fear gripped me as I anticipated an increase in the number of haters. Soon, girls swarmed around Edward like bees, and a realization struck me.

"I have an interview this morning, and I must not be late," I reminded myself.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Grace. I have been feeling quite unwell. May I seek permission to go home?" I asked, my voice filled with desperation.

"You can go wherever you want. That's none of my business," she hissed at me dismissively.

Swiftly, I dashed out, running faster than a lightning bolt. I needed to arrive early for my job interview. Finally, I reached the building where the interview was scheduled.

The sign read "Hanes Industries - Pharmaceutical Division."

I entered the building, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Approaching the receptionist, I inquired, "Excuse me, I am here for an interview."

"I'm sorry, but the interview ended at 9 am," she replied with a sympathetic look on her face.

"Oh no! I can't believe it. This company pays three times more than all the jobs I do combined, and I missed this great opportunity. I even skipped school for it," I lamented to myself, tears threatening to fall.

"Will my life ever get any better?" I wondered aloud, the weight of disappointment heavy on my shoulders.

"Excuse me, ma'am. You look down," I heard an elderly man's voice speak.

"Yeah," I replied, though internally, I was screaming, wondering what this man wanted.

"I am a sage, and I have come to tell you, do not be sad for missing the train, so you won't miss the plane," he spoke in cryptic parables, but my exhausted mind couldn't comprehend their meaning.

Ignoring his words, I couldn't hold back any longer. I broke down, not caring where I was. I had heard that crying could be cathartic, so today, I would weep until my voice reached the heavens.

Amidst my tears, I heard a deep, rich voice that felt strangely familiar. "How much do you want?" it asked.

Was God speaking to me? I needed to respond.

As I raised my head to meet his gaze, I couldn't help but gasp. "Holy cow! He is incredibly handsome, even hot. At first glance, I knew he must be an angel sent to me," I thought, unable to tear my eyes away from his golden hair and beautiful emerald eyes.

As our gazes locked, time seemed to stand still. A rush of warmth spread through my body, contrasting with the chilling emptiness that had consumed me for so long.

His golden locks cascaded around his face like rays of sunlight, their brilliance capturing attention from every corner of the room. Each strand seemed to dance independently, carrying a hint of untamed mischief. The way his hair framed his features enhanced his already striking appearance, giving him an air of ethereal allure.

But it was his eyes that truly mesmerized me. Emerald orbs sparkled with a vibrancy that seemed to reflect an entire spectrum of emotions. They held a depth that hinted at hidden secrets and unspoken stories. As our eyes met, it felt as though time had paused, and the world had faded into the background, leaving only the intensity of our connection.

The combination of his golden hair and emerald eyes created a captivating contrast that was impossible to resist. It was as if he possessed a rare and otherworldly beauty that defied ordinary standards. In his presence, my surroundings seemed to pale in comparison, and all that mattered was the ethereal figure before me.

I found myself irresistibly drawn to him, not just by his physical appearance, but also by the aura of confidence and intrigue that surrounded him. As my heart fluttered in my chest, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Perhaps, in his presence, the shadows that had plagued my existence could be momentarily cast aside. His mere presence offered a glimmer of light amidst the darkness, and I couldn't help but wonder if he held the key to unlocking a new chapter in my life.

But wait, I just met an angel. I needed to show some respect, Lit, and stop overthinking. But his lips...

"Lit!!!" I internally shouted at myself, trying to regain focus. This beauty was too much to handle, and I couldn't help but faint due to the shock of it all.

Angels were truly this beautiful? If only I had known earlier, I would have prayed to marry an angel.

***

Solvandor pov

I laughed sinisterly before speaking, "Alpha, you have done much worse than this. This means nothing."

My father seethed in rage before retorting, "I don't care how you do it, find a girl and claim her as your mate. Convince the people that you have a mate."

"And why should I bend to your every whim?" I replied defiantly.

"I would never let a useless son like you disgrace our name, understand?"

"I am off to work. I will only bring someone I truly love. I won't be like you, never ever," I said, fuming with anger, as he stormed out.

"I swear by the moon goddess, the first girl I see will be the one I choose, even if she's a madwoman. I won't care, because right now, all I want is to irritate my father," I declared determined to make my own choices.

Driving away from the mansion, heading towards my workplace, my eyes caught sight of a girl. She looked utterly hopeless, reminding him of the girl he had encountered thirteen years ago.

"Stop," I told the driver, and the vehicle screeched to a halt.

Stepping out of the car, I approached for a better view, only to find the girl breaking down in tears.

"Why is my life like this? Why am I so destitute?" she wailed.

"Oh, she's in need of money. Poor human," I thought, strangely feeling sadness and a discomfort at the sight of her despair.

"How much do you want?" I asked, and the girl slowly raised her head.

Those eyes, as beautiful as ever, looked so pure. They reminded him of the girl he had encountered years ago, although this girl's face was smeared with poorly applied makeup.

"Why do you want to help me?" she asked, still keeping her head lowered.

"It's nothing. Just answer me," I replied.

"I want money to help me and my brother. I want power. I don't want to be bullied anymore, and if possible, I want revenge on the people from my past," she said.

"I will give you all that if you will be my girlfriend for a while," I said, making my proposition.

She lifted her head to meet his gaze before speaking, "An angel wants to date me? What have I done to deserve this?" she said, her words filled with surprise. Then, the unexpected happened.

She collapsed. Was she dead?

"Was I so handsome that she died?" I had to questioned, bewildered by the turn of events.