The Alpha's Call

Chapter 2

Natasha's Pov

I sipped my tea and waited at the reception. Another rejection soon. How hard is it to get a job around this place? This was the fifth job I was applying for and had gotten four rejections over the week. I didn't have any qualifications to make them give me the job.

Ever since I left the pack, I decided to start my life afresh, without the heartbreak. I decided to forget that someone like Malcom existed. I couldn't afford to see him anymore anyway.

"Miss Natasha?" The receptionist called out.

I stood up and smiled. I straightened my skirt and walked breezy to her.

"This was please. The manager would have you now," she politely said, and I stepped into the poorly decorated office.

There was a stout man sitting on the swivel chair and staring at me like fresh meat.

"Have a seat, Miss Natasha," he said, stressing the Miss louder than necessary.

I gently smiled and sat on the seat.

"I'll go straight to the point," he began.

I braced myself as I knew what was coming.

"You have no formal education and are not fit for this job," he said.

I stared at him quietly.

"But I called for the interview because I feel you have what it takes to do this job," he continued.

I smiled. "Yes sir. I can do the job very well. You won't regret it."

"Well, I can pull a few strings if you can allow me to spend a night with you," he said plainly and without shame.

I stared at him dumbfounded. How can a man who looks older to be my father try to indulge in something as dirty as this?

"Sir, you're old enough to be my father," I objected.

"Well, that's true. But I don't mind. After all, I'll give you the job if you do it. Or do you prefer roaming the streets?" he asked

I felt disgusted. "Yes. I'd rather roam the streets in search of a job than do something so shameless." I stormed out of the office and sighed. Another wasteful day.

Well, after three days, I finally found someone who wanted to employ me, but I guess luck was not on my side. I was treated like a piece of garbage and finally fired when the owner thought I was seducing the men. I was left to roam the streets, trying to feed from hand to mouth.

I began considering if I should go back to my pack. Even though they despise me and make fun of me because of my situation, there was someone that was nice to me. Malcom. Although I doubted if he would welcome me with open hands, as I had asked him to choose his mate over me. I guess not. The only option I have right now is to just stay in the streets.

I worked on a site to provide for myself. I did all kinds of menial jobs to survive. I was at one of those many places when I felt my head get dizzy. I wanted to hold on a little more so I could complete my task and get my pay. Guess luck was not on my side.

"Ma'am. Are you okay?" One of the workers asked me while I was holding my head.

"I guess," I simply said and continued working.

I think the woman wasn't convinced about what I told her, as she kept stealing worried glances at me. Before I could guess what was going on, I passed out. The last thing I remembered was the woman screaming my name.

How could things go so wrong?

I woke up with a splitting headache and a blind light. I slowly opened my eyes to see a middle-aged man sitting next to me. What did I steal? I hope I didn't ruin anything.

"Thank God you're awake," he said, staring at me intently.

I guess it was the adrenaline rush, but I tried to rip out the drip that was attached to my hands.

I guess I must have startled the man as he almost screamed.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Please sir. Don't take me to the police station. I don't have anything to give you. I'll try and pay for what I've damaged," I said, even though my head was throbbing.

The man laughed. I wondered what was funny.

"Don't worry, my dear. You just passed out while working. I am the owner of the site, and I brought you here," he explained.

I felt my nerve calm down before I lay back down.

"Thank you so much, sir," I started

"No need to thank me. I did what had to be done," he replied.

"I would work hard to repay you for the hospital bills, sir. Thank you so much," I continued.

I knew the hospital had to be expensive because the interior of this room was expensive. I just hope it's something I could pay for. He could have just taken me to a clinic, and I would have coped just fine. Anyway, I didn't want to be an ungrateful person. He saved my life nevertheless.

"Hold on. Before you talk about paying off debt and all that, let's know what the doctor says. I told them to run a checkup on you," he explained.

I faked a smile. How could he do that? Does he know how much it would cost? He just keeps piling up my debts. He could have just let them revive me and give me a few drugs. There was no need for the checks.

Before I could finish my thoughts, the doctor came in with two nurses beside him. He looked so professional. I bet he doesn't have to worry about what to eat, where to sleep at night, and all that. I am so envious of him.

"Hello, Miss..." he began, signaling for me to tell him my name.

"Natasha," I responded, nodding my head slightly.

"Madam Natasha. How are you feeling now?" he inquired.

"Well, I am not feeling great. But the dizziness has stopped," I said, giving a dry laugh.

The doctor nodded and jotted down some things on his pad.

"What is wrong with her?" The man inquired.

"Nothing really." The doctor smiled and turned to me.

"Congratulations, Madam," he said.

I stared at him, confused. Why was he congratulating me? For recovering or what?

"For what?" I asked.

"You're nine weeks pregnant," he announced.

I felt my heart do a marathon race in 10 seconds, the doctor's words still echoing in my ears. Pregnant

Pregnant? No. I can't be pregnant. How do I take care of the child? Oh my goodness. How would I survive? I can barely feed myself. This is a disaster.

"Doctor. Are you sure? I can't be pregnant," I said, staring deep into the doctor's eyes, hoping he had made a mistake.

"Is there a problem with that, ma'am?" He asked, confused as to why a lady would not want to be pregnant. But looking down at me, he was supposed to know already, right? I can't be pregnant. I look homeless. I am homeless.

I stared at the man, then at the nurses, and then at the doctor. I was waiting for them to laugh and tell me it was a joke. No one made any funny faces.

"Doctor. It's not a joke," I said, and the first drop of tears dropped down my cheek. I couldn't afford to have a child. I felt the stinging sensation of tears, and it gushed down freely. I allowed them to fall down.

"Dear. Stop crying. What exactly is the problem?" The man asked while holding my hand and trying to confront me.

"How do I take care of myself? I don't even have a home. How can I be pregnant? I don't want my child to be homeless. It's got to be a prank, right? I am not pregnant, right?" I asked him, shaking his hand vigorously.

He shook his head and patted my head.

"Stop crying, dear. I'll tell you what I'll do for you. You can come and live at my place till you are born and find something to do," he said.

My eyes bulged, and I didn't know when I started laughing. Who knew there was a human who would be so nice? Even taking a werewolf in? Although he doesn't know that.

"You would do that for me?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say he mistook his words.

When he nodded again, I found myself on the floor thanking him.

"Thank you so much, sir; I really appreciate it," I said.

He lifted me up and wiped my tears.

"The bills, ma'am," the doctor said, and my heart skipped.