My Alpha's Boss

Offerings

Before I could recover, the man was gone.

I was startled by the honking of a car that nearly hit Mom and I.

We quickly pulled over, making sure William and his wife were taken away by the police and taken into custody.

At least Mom and I were safe, even if only temporarily.

The next day, I went to the agency that represented me, Mrs. Jill—my manager looked annoyed.

“The opportunity was right in front of you. How could you have an accident?”

Mrs. Jill continued to mutter. Her expression didn’t particularly please me, and I could tell.

“Forget it, Siska. It was an accident, Stefani can try again next year.”

Alex defended me, waving his hand.

But Mrs. Jill’s face still looked angry and upset.

“She’s my only hope of defeating Freya, you know?”

Alex approached me and looked at the wounds on my body.

“Are you sure all your scars can disappear, Stefani?” he asked. “Your wounds are quite deep.”

I wasn’t sure either.

“You failed as a supermodel. What can you do then?” he continued.

I lowered my head.

“Isn’t there a second chance for me?” I asked pleadingly.

I saw Mrs. Jill and Alex look at each other for a moment.

“Given your condition, you have no other choice. You’ll just be an extra in every show. You’re basically disabled now.”

“Please, I’ll do whatever it takes to become a famous model.”

“There’s only one way, Stefani, and it’s quite difficult for you.”

I saw Mrs. Jill and Alex look at each other, then smile.

“Okay. I have a special way for you to become a top model. However…” Mrs. Jill paused.

She eyed my body as if assessing something.

“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” she asked awkwardly.

I nodded.

“Good,” she said then.

“On the night of the full moon, you must come to one of the apartments in the city center. Alex will drive you there.”

I remained silent and watched.

“Deliver a package for someone.”

“Package?”

“Yes. And this customer’s satisfaction will determine your big dream of becoming a top model.”

I remained silent.

“The day after tomorrow, make sure all your wounds are healed.” Alex warned. “Because you will be judged. Whether you deserve it all depends on you, Stefani.”

I nodded.

If this was my only chance, then I’ll do whatever it takes!

“Dress appropriately, and a little… sexy.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to become a top model.”

****

And the day finally came.

I was standing in front of an apartment tower with Alex.

I was carrying a package, as Mrs. Jill had instructed.

I was wearing a black dress that reached the floor, with a slit almost to the thigh. It was sleeveless, showing off my obvious cleavage. It was only covered by the gray coat that was still on my body.

“Apartment unit number 507. You must come there in person. Knock on the door, and give the package you brought to Mr. Khill.”

Alex then pulled my coat off, letting the cold air penetrate my skin.

I felt a little uncomfortable.

“Mr. Khill is the CEO of one of the largest modeling agencies in the country. By establishing a relationship with him, it will be easier for you to achieve your goals. The more you can satisfy him, the faster you’ll achieve your dreams.”

I was taken aback by Alex’s concise explanation.

“So, so… you’re asking me to serve him in bed?”

“Of course, Stefani. Did you think I brought you here just to deliver a package?”

Alex grinned as he circled my body, his fingers now groping my shoulders, my chest, and squeezing my buttocks.

“Trust me, Mr. Khill will love you,” he whispered.

I shuddered at those words.

“Remember, Stefani. Weren’t you the one who forced me yesterday? You’ll do anything to become a top model, right?”

I remained motionless, expressionless.

It felt as if Alex had hypnotized me with incredible ease.

Alex was right, I had to do this.

I looked at Alex, then nodded.

Alex looked pleased.

“Okay, now you have to go in and show Mr. Khill that you’re worthy of being his woman.”

A gold card was already in my hand.

I stepped into the apartment unit.

I saw a woman coming out of the elevator with claw wounds all over her body, looking terrified and trembling.

“Mr. Khill isn’t human!”

The shout made me turn around, but the elevator doors in front of me had already closed, taking me up to the floor where my client was.

The loud ding of the elevator startled me.

I saw an empty space with a straight hallway carpeted in a rather elegant red velvet.

Two well-built guards approached me, quite possessively.

“Who are you, Miss?” he asked.

I handed over my gold card as Alex instructed.

They both looked at each other and then nodded.

“Come with me. Mr. Khill is waiting for you.”

I swallowed hard.

The sound of my footsteps, wearing my khill, filled the hallway.

The atmosphere felt a little tense and eerie.

Until we arrived at a very large wooden door, slightly ajar, releasing a bone-chilling chill.

“Come in, Mr. Khill is inside,” one of the security guards ordered.

I wanted to stop.

I felt like running.

I forced my way inside.

Suddenly the door was locked from the outside, and I turned around. My heartbeats were starting to get out of control.

I gasped again as the balcony glass shattered. My eyes widened to see a large, dog-like figure with glowing red eyes standing in front of me, then it began to walk forward.

My breath hitched, and the package I was carrying fell to the floor.

I screamed, trying to get the door to open. But there was no movement outside.

“Don’t you remember me? I was the one who helped you that time.”

I looked back at the big dog, slowly beginning to change.

Its furry, bulky form slowly disappeared.

It began to return to its full human form.

My eyes were once again fixated on its familiar face.

“Y… you?”

The man smiled, his fingers starting to caress my face.

His strong hand gripped my jaw and crushed my lips.

“What do you want from me, Miss?” he asked without introducing himself.

My mouth was closed, unable to even speak.

Now, instead of wanting to be a top model, I only wanted one thing.

I didn’t want to die by his hands.

I knelt before him, ignoring his nakedness.

“Please… help me…”

My voice was barely coming out, and I hoped he would understand what I meant.

“Okay,” he replied.

I looked up at him.

His eyes were now a fiery red, his jaw clenched as he glared at me.

“Serve me, and I will grant all your wishes, Miss.” He whispered softly in my ear, and after that, I remember nothing.