MATED TO THE PENTHOUSE ALPHA KING

I was lost for words while trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

"He is freaking naked," I gasped internally, my eyes almost bulging out of the socket.

"You!" he growled like he was staring at a disgusting sight. Before I couldn't say a word, the lights went off. We were both standing in the darkness, but wolves are blessed with night vision. But seems like a curse right now.

I quickly snapped out of it, and grabbing the bathing robe hanging at the corner, I maneuvered my way out of the bathroom. While he stared, I didn't so much as glance in his direction.

I sat on the bed breathing heavily, but the moment I heard him squeeze the door handle, I dashed out of the room.

I don't think I can handle another breath-stopping episode again. Pressing my back to the door, I was working on steadying my racing heart.

My wolf fighting to take control, but I wouldn't let it. The last thing I want is a repeat of the episode at the alley.

I heard his footsteps heading towards the door.

And I grabbed the handle.

"What are you doing?" I heard his deep voice from the other end of the door.

I didn't think I could face him yet, and I didn't want to piss him off either. But I was doing a bad job on the latter.

I was still holding the door handle when I felt someone touch me from behind.

I gasped and turned around frantically to see a slender-looking lady standing behind me; my brows furrowed the moment I smelled Mr. Reed's scent on her.

My wolf growled. I was still trying to figure things out. Mr. Reed walked out; he was loosely tying a white towel. His chest was bare, tanned, hot, and enticing.

"What are you still doing here?" He blurted out,

"Kane, Come on, it wouldn't kill you to have some fun," the slender lady said, grabbing his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"No! Snap her head," I heard my wolf growl, but I knew better than to charge at her.

"Why did he let her touch him like that?" I whispered under my breath.

"Please..... It's my birthday, for me, please..." She made baby faces at him.

"Your majesty, dinner is served," Ana announced, bowing her head before she turned to leave.

"Ana, what was she doing in my bathroom?" He pointed at me.

I felt my stomach churn in disgust; he didn't just refer to me as she.

"She..." Ana stuttered.

"You didn't!" He scowled and hurriedly went inside, pulled open the door to the walk-in closet to see my bag stacked in the corner.

"You asked me to show her to a room. I thought as your mate, it's only ideal you stay toget..…"

"Ana!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I will get it done...." She stammered and hurriedly went inside to get my bags.

I stood there watching the entire drama, my hands clenched into a fist. I wanted to punch him, but what did I expect from my so-called mate?

He tried killing me the very minute he realized who I was.

The slender lady gave me a condescending look, grinning as she walked past me, entering the room the minute Ana stepped out with the last bag.

He walked back inside, not sparing me a glance as he shut the door.

"Luna, let me show you to your room," Ana smiled at me.

I wanted to bite her head off for calling me Luna but decided to let it go.

I headed into the room next to Mr. Reed's; it wasn't as luxurious as the first room, but compared to my room at my apartment, it was beautiful.

Ana stacked up my bags in the wardrobe while I sat on the bed.

"Luna, you should come out for dinner...."

"I'm fine, Ana. I want to rest now." I quickly cut her off. To think she would even suggest I eat with Kane and his whore—is she that clueless, or does she just want to get on my nerves?

I lay on the bed fuming with anger when I heard them leaving the penthouse.

I couldn't help but imagine the two backed into a corner, tearing at each other's clothes.

I kept on tossing and turning on the bed, till I dozed off.

* * *

I woke up the next morning with bags under my eyes; I looked more like a ghost than an actual human being.

They must have slept out because I didn't hear them get in yesterday.

I didn't want to spend another second in here, or I might lose my senses. To think that whore locked me in here only to go frolicking with his slut.

I hurriedly brushed, took my bath, and picked out a dress from the wardrobe.

Did a light makeup to cover up the evidence of staying awake half of the night?

Picking out a bag and shoes to match, I dashed out of the room. I saw Ana in the kitchen cooking. I glanced at the entrance door, and it was slightly ajar.

"Good morning Lu..…" The words caught up in her mouth the moment she noticed I was all dressed up. Sneaking past the door.

I ignored her and made my way out, I quickly stabbed the elevator button.

"No...No," she screamed, heading towards me.

The door swishes open, and I hurriedly step inside. I stab it one more time, and it swishes closed before she can get to me.

I sighed in relief. I wasn't going to spend another minute with that whore. To think he was my first kiss. Made me sick in my stomach.

Immediately the elevator chimed, the door pulled open, and that whore was standing in front of the elevator.

I couldn't move; the smirk on his face sent chills down my spine.

"Going somewhere?" he asked with amusement on his face. He slowly walked into the elevator and pressed the button, the door sealed shut.

"I...I"

"Why do you continue to defy me?"

My heart skipped a beat, wondering if this would be my end. I grabbed the dress I was wearing. While putting on a bold face to mask my fear.

Immediately we were back in the penthouse. We met Ana on the floor, bawling her eyes out. I guess she understands her fate since she lost me. I felt guilty for making her cry, but I had to get away from him.

She jerked off the floor at the sight of me and Mr. Reed.

"Ah....."

"Follow me," he spat out, ignoring Ana.

He pulled open the door of his study, and I quickly followed him in.

He didn't offer me a seat, and I didn't bother sitting either.

He picked up a file on the desk and a pen.

"Sign this," he said, placing the file on the table. Without being told, I knew it was the damned contract again. There is no running from this hellhole if I sign that.

But if I should stay, it will be on my terms, not his.

"I get to keep working."

"What?"

"If you get to keep your whores, I get to keep working," I spat out, looking him dead in the eyes.

He smirked, came closer, and ran his fingers through my hair, taking in my scent.

"Jealous much?" I could swear he was enjoying my misery. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction he craves.

"You wish, no touching; you should include that in the contract too."

He smiled and grabbing the paper, he tore it in half and tossed it in the waste bin.

"Sit," he said, firing on the laptop to make some adjustments.

"I'm fine," I said, struggling to keep a bold face.

Within a couple of minutes, he was done and printed out the new contract.

I went through it, and satisfied, I signed it.

" Since we are done, I should return to work now." I turned almost immediately, clutching my bag tightly, fighting hard not to crash.

"Only if you have a job to return to." I stopped in my tracks the moment I heard him.

"What? thought you were fired yesterday." He walked casually to the chair to sit.

That was when it hit me: I came up here because that bastard fired me.

"Shit!" I forgot about it; I should have included that in the contract before Isigned it.

"He played me," I whispered to myself.

But I wasn't going to back down now.

"You can fix it, if you want to," I reminded him.

"If I want to..." I knew what this whore was playing at. He gave in knowing I had no job to get back to, but I won't give in yet, not without a fight.

"Fine, I guess I have to go hunting for a new job. I wonder which of your enemies I would run into." I made a sad face and left.

When he didn't call me back, I felt defeated, although I was still proud of myself for standing up to him, even when I was scared. But I lost in the end.

I decided to go back to the office to clear my desk and say goodbye to my colleagues.

Immediately I stepped inside the office, I heard voices at Mark's office, then the door was pushed open and two security staff were dragging Mark out of the office with the hotel manager standing at the corner.

In a matter of minutes, they cleared out his desk. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when the hotel manager handed me a letter. While apologizing for any inconveniences caused before leaving.

I tore the envelope open, and the moment my eyes rested on the content of the letter, I froze.