Bound by the Alpha

New age

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Roberta Rooke stirred from her slumber, her mind reluctantly awakening to the reality of another day ahead. With a heavy sigh, she rolled off her bed, the events of last night still lingering in her thoughts like an unwelcome guest.

As she shuffled towards the bathroom, her mind replayed the moments of frustration and fear from the previous evening. The memory made her groan softly, a sense of weariness settling over her like a heavy blanket.

"It's really too early for all of this," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with sadness. In the bathroom, she faced her reflection in the mirror, her long curly brown hair tangled and unkempt from sleep. For a fleeting moment, she considered straightening it, but quickly dismissed the idea.

"No, I love me this way," she concluded, her decision firm as she moved on to prepare for her bath.

Today's classes loomed ahead, with chemistry being the first on her schedule. Mr. Fred, the infamous disciplinarian, awaited, known for his no-nonsense approach to teaching. Roberta knew the stakes well; she had managed to avoid his wrath thus far, and she had no intention of becoming his next target.

With only a few months left of high school, the prospect of leaving her uncle's side for higher education brought a glimmer of hope to her thoughts. "I'll finally have to leave the side of my uncle," she mused silently, a small smile touching her lips.

In less than ten minutes, she emerged from the bathroom, refreshed from her bath and ready to face the day. With a quick brush of her teeth, she hastened to retrieve her school uniform, the familiar routine providing a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of her life.

With her school uniform in hand, Roberta hurriedly dressed, the urgency to beat the clock evident in her movements. She slid into her uniform with practiced efficiency, the fabric feeling familiar against her skin. As she hastily buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt, her mind raced with the impending tasks of the day.

After classes she would still need to go for her per time work, her uncle refused the idea of her sitting at home after class.

With a final adjustment of her glasses, she stepped out of her room, ready to face whatever the day had in store for her. However, the sight that greeted her in the living room stopped her in her tracks.

There, seated beside her uncle, was yet another woman- the sixth one to visit him that same week. Roberta's heart sank at the sight, a wave of disgust washing over her. The woman leaned in close to her uncle, laughter bubbling from her lips as she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

Roberta clenched her jaw, struggling to contain the surge of anger and frustration building within her. How could her uncle continue to parade these women through their home, oblivious to the impact it had on her? It was as if he had no regard for her feelings or the sanctity of their household.

For a moment, she considered turning on her heel and retreating back to her room, avoiding the uncomfortable scene altogether. But something within her rebelled against the idea of hiding away, of allowing her uncle's behavior to go unchallenged.

With a deep breath to steady herself, Roberta squared her shoulders and forced herself to step forward. Ignoring the knot of unease in her stomach, she approached her uncle and the woman with a forced smile plastered on her lips.

"Good morning, Uncle James," she greeted, her tone strained as she struggled to maintain her composure. "And to you as well," she added, directing a polite nod towards the woman beside him, though her inner turmoil threatened to spill over at any moment.

"I see you brought someone home, I am off to class. Enjoy your day, uncle." She said to him hoping he could understand she is obviously mad, even though he noticed she is mad about it, he never cared.

"Class? When I have someone home with me?" he scoffed and she carved her brow at him.

"Uh... what is that supposed to mean? That I should take care of her or what?" she asked him and he gave a nod at her.

Roberta scoffed as she folded her hands with a sigh, "You invited her over, isn't it? I think you should do the entertaining, I have a class to attend to now." She replied him dismissively as she walked out of the house, se had no idea of where that courage came from to speak to her uncle in such manner.

"F*ck! He is definitely gonna kill me at the end of today." She said lowly as she felt her heart beating like it was ready to jump out of her chest.

The sight of an arriving taxi caught her attention immediately, "Oh, great. Hey taxi!" she called as she ran out of through the small gates to the taxi.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the city.

Ketax Blake sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, the epitome of authority and power. His office, adorned with modern furnishings and muted colors, reflected his meticulous nature. As the alpha of the Shadowheart pack and CEO of Blake Enterprises, a prominent multinational corporation, Ketax exuded an air of dominance that commanded respect.

The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the spacious office. Ketax leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing gaze fixed on the documents scattered before him. He had a busy day ahead, filled with meetings and negotiations, and every detail needed to be meticulously planned.

Just as he delved into the first report, his office door swung open, and his secretary, Emily, hurried inside. She was a young woman, efficient and capable, but prone to occasional mistakes under the weight of Ketax's demanding expectations.

"Good morning, Mr. Blake," Emily greeted breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She held a stack of files in her arms, her usually composed demeanor slightly frazzled.

Ketax raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Good morning, Emily. What do you have for me today?"

Emily hesitated for a moment before placing the files on Ketax's desk. "I have the reports you requested for today's meeting with the board of directors," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ketax glanced down at the files, his brow furrowing in confusion. "These don't look like the financial projections for the third quarter," he remarked, his tone sharp with disapproval.

Emily's face paled, realizing her mistake. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Blake. It seems I've given you the wrong files," she stammered, her hands trembling slightly.

Ketax's patience wore thin as frustration bubbled within him. He prided himself on his meticulousness and attention to detail, and Emily's oversight grated against his sense of control.

"This is unacceptable, Emily," Ketax admonished, his voice cold and clipped. "I expect nothing less than perfection from my staff, especially when it comes to important matters like this."

Emily swallowed hard; her eyes downcast with shame. "I-I understand, Mr. Blake. It won't happen again," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Ketax's anger simmered beneath the surface, his frustration boiling over at Emily's repeated mistakes. In a swift motion, he reached for the intercom on his desk, pressing the button with authority.

"Michelle, please come to my office immediately," Ketax commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Within moments, his assistant Michelle entered the room, her expression composed and professional. "You called for me, Mr. Blake?" she inquired, her eyes darting between Ketax and Emily.

Ketax's gaze hardened as he addressed Emily. "Emily, I'm afraid your services are no longer required. Michelle will escort you out and handle your termination paperwork," he stated, his tone final and uncompromising.

Emily's eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a silent protest. But Ketax's decision was irrevocable, his reputation for precision and control outweighing any sentimentality.

As Emily gathered her belongings and left the office under Michelle's escort, Ketax was left alone with his thoughts.

"First thing, I do not care she is gone, there is always room for replacement." He said to himself as he clicked his tongue.