Chapter 3
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Gabriela
I did not know whether to tremble, stutter, run away, or keep a fake smile on my face. The woman’s presence seemed to grow stronger inside the room, and I felt terribly small beside her.
I can sense that you are nervous, but I assure you there is no reason to be, she said with a polite smile.
I am sorry. Where I live, there are not many shifters. I guess I am not used to it, and honestly, I am a little uneasy. I decided to be honest. The fear was probably written all over my face anyway.
That is understandable. My kind can be difficult at times. Even without meaning to, we tend to intimidate humans, she said, scratching the back of her head.
Little by little, she seemed less dangerous and more awkward than I had first imagined.
So the employer is an Alpha, I asked, feeling goosebumps rise along my arms.
Yes. Mr. Black Wolf is the heir of the family. After his Luna passed away, he chose not to hire any nannies. He said he would raise the boy alone. At least until now.
And what made him change his mind. I ask because Alphas rarely do that. From what I hear, they are stubborn and extremely territorial. Once they decide something, not even God or their Moon Goddess can change it.
We do not know. He simply decided. It is difficult to find good professionals nowadays. But I must say, I liked you the moment I saw you.
I felt slightly embarrassed. I had not expected the conversation that was supposed to be an interview to shift so easily into something casual.
Valeria told me that for many years the Black Wolf family had been feared because of their temper. She warned me that if I accepted the position, I would hear many rumors. According to her, none of them were true. Things had changed over the last twenty years.
My employer is an Alpha wolf, and his son does not yet have a defined scent, but he will most likely be an Alpha as well.
It is rare for an Omega to be born from a Luna, especially with blood as strong as the Black Wolf line.
She spoke about the other employees in the mansion. There were many shifters. Wolves and bears, but also several humans.
The salary is very good, and you mentioned housing, correct, I asked, feeling more hopeful with each passing minute.
The nervousness slowly faded, and before I realized it, Valeria and I were chatting about other things as well.
If you would like, you can start today, she said excitedly.
It would be an honor, but I need to gather some belongings from my house to stay for the week. And I would also like to meet the little one.
Of course.
We walked down the corridors, and she talked nonstop, making me laugh more than once.
We climbed a staircase that left my legs slightly sore, but she handled it effortlessly.
One thing about shifters is that they are resilient. They heal quickly and have a physical strength no human could ever achieve. Not to mention their height. Some can easily reach two meters, especially the males, and most of them are bears.
We stopped in front of a large door adorned with gold details and a small carved wolf. Of course, it was black.
Valeria opened it slowly.
The moment I laid eyes on the child inside what looked like a playroom, I was surprised.
The boy appeared to be two or three years old, though something told me he was younger than he looked.
This is Victor, or as we call him, Vic, Valeria said.
I approached and sat on the carpet beside him. He was focused on a toy, his small black strands of hair falling over his forehead, his little hands moving quickly.
How old is Victor, I asked.
The moment he heard my voice, he looked up at me. I did the same.
Our eyes locked.
Valeria kept speaking, but her voice faded into the background.
It was as if my body and mind slipped into a trance I could not control.
Little Vic stood up and opened his arms to me.
Without hesitation, I pulled him close.
As my arms wrapped around him and pressed him gently against my chest, my heart began to calm. He rubbed his small nose against my neck, probably sensing my scent, then let out a long yawn.
Victor settled into my lap, placed his pacifier in his mouth, and as his eyes grew heavier, our gaze slowly disconnected.
Then he fell asleep.
He is so adorable, I whispered, rocking the giant baby in my arms. How old is he again.
I looked at Valeria, but instead of her warm smile, I found an uneasy expression. She scratched her head again, and her eyes had shifted to a deep orange tone.
He is one. He turned one last week, she said, biting her lip.
What is wrong. You look worried.
Valeria pointed toward an oversized crib.
I carefully stood and placed Vic inside. He continued sleeping peacefully.
As soon as we left the room, I already missed the warmth of his small body. I could not understand how I had grown attached so quickly. I had not even been there for fifteen minutes.
I am shocked, Gabriela, Valeria said, gripping my shoulders with wide eyes. At least now they were less orange.
W Why.
Vic does not like anyone. He bites everyone who approaches him. Even the Alpha. He is a very difficult pup.
You are telling me this now, I protested.
She burst into laughter, releasing my shoulders.
He could have bitten my neck or worse.
If he wanted to bite you, he would have done so the moment you stepped into that room.
Is that why you let me walk in first, I asked, offended.
Of course. Every pup has sharp fangs. But congratulations.
She stopped in the middle of the hallway and extended her hand.
You are officially hired.
Oh.
I shook her hand. She seemed far more excited than I was.
You can return home today, gather your belongings, and I will prepare your room. I will inform Mr. Black that little Vic approved of you.
She turned and walked away, still visibly thrilled.
I followed her to the entrance. She truly looked relieved.
When I got back into the car, old Cris looked me up and down and smiled.
You are in one piece, girl.
Yes. I suppose the little one did not want a bite of me today.
I laughed.
Nervous.
But laughing.
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