Billionaire Byte: Geek to Alpha

Working for the Enemy

Naomi’s POV

I have always gotten what I wanted. And I wanted the guy my mate that I slept with the other night, the problem is I don’t remember who he is. So why was my life falling apart? Why was I left sad and rejected clinging on to a night I could barely remember.

“because that night rocked your world and mine,” Rose answered.

“You remember?” I asked.

“Yes, I remember mate.”

“Who was he?”

She didn’t answer, just whimpered and retreated to the back of my mind.

“Did I sleep with Nathaniel Alistair, the runt I used to bully in high school?” I thought.

Although this guy wasn’t a runt, so it couldn’t be this guy…right? He wasn’t a geeky runt. He was tall and delicious and bumpy in all the right places and smelt so good. It couldn’t be right, the goddess wouldn’t have been that cruel. Right?

Okay, I had a huge secret. I was in love with Nathaniel back then and I admit that it turned into hatred because the one thing I wanted I couldn’t have and, like I said, I have always gotten what I wanted.

I checked the clock on my nightstand. At eight o’clock. “Damn, I’m going to be late

I quickly got out of bed and rushed to get ready. I grab my purse and car key and headed out the door.

I am living in the city now, away from the pack life. I had permission from Alpha Luke to leave for college and then my father got sick and I dropped out of college, which left the pack. I could have done one without the other or they would have found me and brought me back.

I got to the hospital and went straight to the wing that housed my father.

"How are you feeling today, Dad?" I whispered, my voice filled with concern as I looked at my father lying motionless in the sterile hospital room. His once-strong features now appeared frail and vulnerable.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Rose, seeking solace in her presence. "We are going to be okay." She reassured me.

My father had been the one constant in my life, the person I loved deeply. His condition weighed heavily on my heart, and I fought back tears, refusing to let them spill.

It had been five years since my father's illness had started, and it seemed to be getting worse with each passing day. In the absence of my father, my relationship with my mother had grown even more strained.

She was a woman of striking beauty, much like myself, but that's where the similarities ended. She was toxic, selfish, and, in my eyes, the embodiment of cruelty. She reveled in her own beauty and cared for no one else.

As I sat by my father's bedside, my thoughts drifted back to my mother's image. She was a vision of elegance with her slender, model-like figure, pale skin, and piercing baby blue eyes. She had a penchant for red lipstick and a preference for short dresses and attire that made her stand out in a crowd. Vanity was her true love, and she couldn't be bothered with anyone else's feelings.

My father, once the alpha of the Blueheart pack, was lying here, his true identity concealed from the world. It was a complicated story, one involving our entry into the pack under secrecy, under the protection of the Alpha and Luna of the Bloodmoon pack.

The weight of the secret, my father's deteriorating health, and the ever-present shadows of the past cast a heavy burden on my shoulders. With my father's time running out, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us and if there was a way to reconcile the complexities of our lives.

The doctor entered the room, wearing a gloomy yet chipper smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "How are you doing today, Miss Rae?" he inquired.

I mustered a solemn smile and replied, "I'm fine, Doctor Jamison. How is my father doing today?"

The doctor's expression grew graver as he began to speak. "As you know, Naomi, your father's condition is deteriorating rapidly. I'm afraid, at this point, he's going to need surgery if there's any chance of him surviving."

My heart sank as the weight of the doctor's words settled in. Surgery was a risky proposition, and given my father's fragile condition, it was a daunting choice to make.

"What are the chances of success with the surgery, Doctor Jamison?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear welling up inside me.

The doctor sighed, his professional demeanor faltering for a moment. "I won't sugarcoat it, Naomi. The surgery is high-risk, and there are no guarantees. But it's our best shot at saving your father's life. We'll do everything we can to ensure the procedure goes smoothly."

I nodded, my gaze never leaving my father's frail form in the hospital bed. The weight of the decision ahead hung heavily in the air, and I knew that I had to make the call. It was a choice that could change everything, and I couldn't afford to let my father down, even if it meant confronting the painful truth about our past and the secrets we'd been keeping.

"Thank you, Doctor," I said with determination. "I'll find a way to gather the funds, and I'll make sure the deposit is ready as soon as possible. Please, do everything you can to prepare for the surgery."

The doctor nodded, his gloomy smile now tinged with hope. "I know it's a challenging situation, Naomi, but your father is a strong man. We'll give it our best."

As the doctor left the room, I turned my attention back to my father. "Everything is going to be okay dad." I said hopefully.

I left the room and headed for my job at the diner. If I was going to help my father, I needed to find a better job that paid more than this local diner I was working at.

I got to the diner and went to the back to put on my uniform and returned to the front to take order and clean the table.

I put out my phone on my break and began to scroll through the job descriptions. Time was of the essence.

I need to get the deposit for my father's surgery. I had a couple of credit cards that I could use, and I would pay them back after I found a better job. I had no one but me and not even my mother, his mate, to depend on.

When my shift was over, I quickly changed my clothes and headed out to the bus stop to get home. I lived on the other side of the city in a run-down single unit apartment that cost me three fifty a month. It was the best deal. I could afford it, but not the safest even for a shewolf like me.

I got inside and kicked off my shoes, I had managed to find a job listing n my phone for a secretary position at ByteTech.

I applied for the position right then and a week later I was the new secretary for the vice president of ByteTech Industry.

Week Later.

I walked into the tall building of Byte Tech Industry. Today was my first day. I was excited and couldn't contain myself. Dad's surgery was booked and he was going to be okay and all I had to worry about was not to mess up on my first day. What could go wrong?

I showed the security guard standing at the entrance my new employee badge and headed to the elevator for the ice president Mr. Anderson's office on the fifteenth floor.

"Hold the elevation door, please" his scent hitting me, first."

"Mate." Rose cried as she jumped up and down.

I pushed the button and waited for the tall muscular guy in a jet blue Armani suit to walk into the elevator with two beautiful looking women as tall as him. He didn't seem to notice me.

"Does he know that I'm his mate?"

"I have the codes for Project Guardian, as you requested, Mr. Alistair," the beautiful she wolf said as she handed him a document. I pressed the number fifteen on the elevation wall.

"Sixteen floor!" He grunted, his voice hitting me like a melody. I turned to get a better look at the beautiful stranger. His smell was so intoxicating

"Nathaniel Alistair?" I said, the wind getting knocked out of me..."Damn the goddess, really does play a mean game."