Becoming Alpha Boss's Secretary-Lover

Title: My Secret Affair with the Alpha Boss Summary: Carly, an ordinary girl struggling to make ends meet, finds herself caught up in the dangerous world of werewolves after an unexpected encounter. Drawn into a conflict she never asked for, she becomes the secret lover and secretary of a handsome, cold, and perfectionist boss who also happens to have a mysterious side. But this isn't any typical affair—Carly's duties mostly involve being his human-shaped hug pillow rather than anything intimate. However, things start to shift... "Mr. Baxter, didn't we agree on no s*x?" "Weren't you the one who kissed me first last night?" he teases as he traps Carly against the office window. Her cheeks turn crimson. "That... that was to save you..." Outside, her colleagues pass by, unaware of what's happening. "Yes, and I'm gonna need you to save me again tonight..." His lips find hers, his fingers slipping under her clothes, caressing her soft skin. "Not here!" Carly protested, yet her eyes were filled with lust. "Come on. You know you like it here..." ***** Carly soon discovers that her ice-cold boss might not be entirely human... When Alpha Blake Baxter's secret is revealed, he pulls Carly into his arms. "Do you really think you can leave me?" Carly protests, "You tyrant!" "Yes, a tyrant who only obeys your orders," he responds with a possessive smirk. Carly's POV: 'Run!' That was the only thought in my mind! If I didn't escape, I would die! I fled desperately, darting through the narrow, dim alleyways, completely oblivious to the garbage can ahead. The next moment, I was thrown off balance and sent sprawling. Instinctively, I put out my hands to cushion my fall. It hurt so badly! My hands left a bloody smear as they slid along the rough ground; the impact was like being flattened by a massive rock. The agony was so intense that I could hardly catch my breath, and I couldn't help but let out a wail. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I struggled to get up, only to be met with a piercing pain in my knee. Just then, a low, growling howl echoed from behind me. In an instant, my scalp prickled, and my back was drenched in cold sweat. They were closing in. My heart raced, and I turned my head with fear. In the dim moonlight, I saw not humans but several wolves—their fur matted with repulsive mud, baring their yellow fangs. The lead black wolf sprang at me, and before I could react, its claws sank into my shoulder with brutal force! "Agh!!" I couldn't help but cry out in agony. It was unbearably painful; it felt as if my shoulder would crumble under the pressure. Was I going to die here? As I looked into its terrifying fangs, the thought flashed through my mind: Was this where I would die? At that moment, despairing pain enveloped me. Regret surged through me! I had so much left undone. And if I died... what would happen to Ella? I couldn't resign myself to this fate... This wasn't right... Tears of pain and resentment welled up in my eyes... ***** Three hours earlier. "Grandma, I'm heading to work now. Remember, don't open the door for anyone," I called out upstairs. There was no reply. With a sigh, I went up to the second floor, only to find her asleep in her rocking chair, a book resting on her lap. I gently lifted her and placed her in bed. She was so light, almost as if the years had worn her down. "Oh, Carly, you're home?" Grandma opened her eyes, trying to find me. "Yes, but I'll be heading out to work soon. Rest well at home." I kissed her forehead. "Don't overwork yourself," she said, holding my hand gently. "Don't worry, I won't," I assured her, softly stroking her forehead. "You should get some sleep." After gathering my things, I left the house at exactly 9 PM. My name was Carly Clark. My parents passed away when I was young, leaving only my grandma and me to support each other. Like many students, I juggled the high costs of university, although I hadn't enrolled yet. My plan was to save up money first before applying. For now, most of my expenses went towards ballet training and my grandma's medical bills. Her health wasn't the best, so I had to keep taking part-time jobs. But of course, I couldn't let her know about all this. It would only worry her. I wouldn't want her to stress over me. My phone buzzed with a message from Vincent, the manager at OneNight, the local nightclub where I worked. Vincent: Are you close? You'll need to cover for Lily tonight. Carly: On my way. I'll be there on time. The news updates on my phone were all about recent werewolf attacks in the city. My brow creased as I powered down my phone, a sense of unease settling over me from those alarming messages. Lily had fallen victim to werewolves as well; her shoulder blade had been all but crushed, torn through by the creatures' fangs. Either way, I didn't want to dwell on it. Lily was attacked by a werewolf. Her shoulder blade was almost shattered after the wolf's fangs pierced through her body. The medical staff marveled at her survival, deeming it a divine intervention. Lily worked as a dancer at the nightclub, and with her injured, I took over her shifts. She couldn't afford to lose the job, after all. I found myself at the mouth of a dark alley. 'Should I take that path?' To get to OneNight, I had to pass through this disorganized, grimy passageway. I began to waver, aware there was an alternative route to the nightclub, though it would take much longer. Glancing at the urgent messages on my phone, I gritted my teeth and, with a heavy heart, stepped into the alley. A sliver of hope lingered in my heart that perhaps I wouldn't be the one to encounter misfortune. Soon, the city's noises were muffled behind me. The flickering streetlight offered little comfort, and the stench of garbage piled at the corners made me feel disgusting. I quickened my pace, trying to leave this place as soon as possible. Lily was attacked here, and I certainly didn't want to be the next victim. Rustling noises behind me made me uneasy. I glanced back—nothing. Maybe I was just imagining things. But then, the sound of a trash can being knocked over sent my heart racing. A sense of danger enveloped me, cold fear spreading down my spine. I quickened my steps. Unfortunately, just as I was getting to the end of the alley, a shadow leaped out, blocking my path. The next second, a scream escaped my lips. Several wolves surrounded me—four, maybe five? I couldn't count. Their eyes glowed ominously under the moonlight. My breath quickened, and I instinctively backed away. Tension and fear surged through my body, my hands and feet were sweating profusely, and my heart was pounding violently. I grabbed the stun baton from my bag! "Stay back!" I tried to ward them off. This infantile threat was utterly useless! They growled lowly, continuously approaching me. No! I didn't want to die here! Damn it! Why me?! My body reacted faster than my mind; I grabbed the smelly trash can on the ground and hurled it at them. They bared their fangs, ready to tear me apart, so I grabbed the nearest trash can, hurling it at them. "Get lost!" I was terrified, trying desperately to scare them off. As the loud noise rang out, I took the opportunity to turn and start running for my life! I had never run so fast, not even during high school track meets! I could even hear the sound of their claws scraping against the ground! I hadn't noticed the pile of trash that some i***t had left there. The next moment after tripping, I was thrown into the air and then slammed into the ground. Pain washed over my entire body, and I couldn't get up. The lead black wolf leaped and its sharp claws dug into my shoulder. The pain was so intense I could hardly breathe! Despair and agony flooded my heart! Was this how I was going to die? What about Grandma? What about my dreams? At this thought, tears welled up in my eyes, and I closed them, reluctantly accepting my fate. The next second, a gunshot rang out! The deafening sound nearly burst my eardrums, and I instinctively curled up. But the expected pain didn't come. The wolf's teeth didn't tear through my neck, nor did the bullet pierce my body. Still shaken, I mustered the courage to open my eyes. A tall and muscular man came into my view , his form almost entirely cloaked in a long black coat. He wore a suit and gloves, and in his hand, an ancient-looking handgun. He pulled me to my feet, his face obscured by a mask and hat. "Are you alright?" His voice was deep and smooth, like the resonant notes of a cello, elegant and calm. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine..." I stammered, still shaken. The wolf that had been about to bite me lay in a pool of blood. The other wolves... they seemed frightened? Yes, they were afraid of something, growling softly as they retreated. Could they be afraid of this man? He stepped forward, silver moonlight washing over him, his presence suddenly changing. His deep blue eyes seemed to hold a wild, commanding power— I wasn't sure, but my intuition told me so. The air was thick with an overwhelming authority that threatened to steal my breath. The wolves whimpered in defeat, scattering into the night. As suddenly as it had come, the crushing weight lifted, and with it, a newfound ease in my breathing, a gift of life after the brink. My pulse steadied, the frantic rhythm subsiding. Only then did I remember to express my gratitude to the man who'd come to my aid. "Thank you... I'm not sure how you..." My sentence was interrupted by the man's sudden shudder , and I quickly moved to support my rescuer. "Are you okay?" I touched his skin, the scorching heat almost burning me. I blurted out in alarm, "Oh, no! You're burning up... We need to get you to a hospital right away!" I instinctively reached for his forehead, trying to confirm if he was sick. However, the heat seemed to subside as quickly as it came. Had I been imagining things? "You..." He grabbed my wrist, struggling to find words, his deep blue eyes searching mine, his emotions hidden. His towering figure loomed over me, and for a moment, I forgot how to react.