The Scorned Luna-Chapter 136: The Fake Interview
"You look amazing, Sofia," Bella praised, her fake smile spreading across her face. She reached out, smoothing a non-existent wrinkle on Sofia’s blazer. "That outfit is going to command the room."
Sofia beamed, the excitement of the interview giving her eyes a natural glow. "Thank you so much, Bella. For everything. I’ll see you soon and hopefully with a job offer!"
"Good luck," Bella said, pulling Sofia into a tight hug. As she did, her eyes went cold, staring over Sofia’s shoulder at the empty apartment. "You’re going to get exactly what’s coming to you."
"Thank you. I think I’m definitely going to need that luck," Sofia laughed, pulling away and heading for the door. She gave one final wave before stepping out and clicking the door shut behind her.
The second the lock turned, the warmth vanished from Bella’s face. The bright, supportive friend was gone. She didn’t waste a second. She paced over to the window, watching Sofia’s figure disappear into the street below, and immediately opened a high-level Mind Link to the Rogue King.
"Honey... she is on her way."
"Okay..." the Rogue King replied, his voice coming through the Mind Link strained like a moan.
Bella’s brow furrowed, a sudden, sharp discomfort blooming in her chest. It wasn’t just an emotion; it was a physical tug on the mate bond, a painful sensation that made her breath hitch. "Alfred? What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice rising into a scream as the realization hit her.
"I’m sorry, baby," he groaned, the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing echoing directly into her mind.
Through the bond, Bella felt his movements... the violent, relentless thrust of his hips. Alfred was in his study, his hands gripping the hips of a female subordinate, pinning her chest-down against his mahogany desk as he fucked her. He didn’t slow down; instead, he increased his pace, his cock buried deep inside the other woman’s heat.
"I felt horny... and you weren’t available," he added, his voice thick with a dark, unapologetic lust.
"You’re lying!" Bella cursed, clutching her chest as the sensation of his pleasure burned through her. "This isn’t about my absence! You do this on purpose, Alfred! You fuck anyone you want, whenever you want, not caring that it tears me apart! I am your mate!"
The Rogue King ignored her pleas, his focus entirely on the woman in front of him. He pulled back until he was nearly out before slamming forward again with a wet, heavy force that rattled the ornaments on his desk. The woman beneath him let out a high-pitched wail, her fingers scratching uselessly at the wood, but he didn’t care for her pleasure, only his own release.
Every time he bottomed out, Bella felt a phantom jolt of pain and unwanted arousal. It was the curse of the bond; she could feel the slick friction, the heat of the other woman, and the cold, detached way Alfred was using her. It was raw, primal, and devoid of any tenderness. He buried his face in the subordinate’s neck, growling as he drove himself into her with a final, desperate ferocity.
Bella sank to her knees on the apartment floor, her eyes squeezed shut as tears of rage and agony leaked out. She could feel the exact moment he hit his peak—the release of his seed on the floor, the tightening of his muscles, and smug satisfaction that followed.
"There," Alfred exhaled into the link, his voice finally level as he withdrew and adjusted his clothes, leaving the trembling woman on the desk without a second glance. "Now that I’m focused again... let’s get back to the White Wolf. She’s entering the building now, isn’t she?"
Bella stayed on the floor, her heart feeling like it had been shredded. She hated him, but the bond kept her shackled to his every whim. She wiped her face, her eyes filled with pain. "She’s inside, Alfred. Just get her. I want this over with."
Sofia walked into the Grand Mall, the heart of the Neutral Pack’s territory. It was a massive, buzzing hub of activity, with shoppers from various packs moving between high-end boutiques and glass elevators.
She located the suite for "Apex Accessories" on the third floor. In the waiting area, three other applicants—two women and a man—were already seated, clutching their portfolios. Sofia offered a polite smile and a soft greeting, which they returned with the typical, tense politeness of rivals. She took a seat, smoothing out her blazer, unaware that the applicants beside her were actually low-level Rogue scouts tasked to act as applicants.
"Sofia? We’re ready for you," a voice called out.
Sofia stood up, her heart racing. She walked into the private office and felt an immediate wave of relief. Expecting a stern Alpha male, she instead found a woman in her late forties with a kind face and professional spectacles.
The woman opened a leather-bound file, her eyes scanning the pages with practiced focus. To Sofia, it looked like a thorough review, but the woman was barely reading. She just wanted to make the interview look real. She had already received her orders: Hire the girl at all costs. Make it look natural.
"Well, Sofia," the woman said with a fake smile. "Why do you want to be a sales representative? This job requires a lot."
Sofia leaned forward. "I have never done a sales job before," she said honestly. "But I learn very fast. I want a fresh start. I want to prove that I can take care of myself."
"Good," the woman said, closing the file. "I’ve seen enough. I think you are perfect for us. In fact, I’d like to give you the job right now."
Sofia’s heart jumped with joy. "Really? Thank you!" Sofia exclaimed, her face lighting up with a genuine, bright smile. She felt a massive weight lift off her shoulders. For the first time, she felt like she was finally taking control of her own life, away from the overbearing protection of Alphas and the shadows of her past.
"You’re very welcome," the woman said, standing up and offering a firm, professional handshake. "You can start tomorrow morning at eight sharp. We have a lot of orientation to get through, so be ready to hit the ground running."
"I will be here! Thank you again!" Sofia shook her hand warmly, her heart dancing. She gathered her things and practically floated out of the office.
She walked past the three applicants in the waiting room, giving them a sympathetic look as she headed for the elevators.
Back in the private office, the kind expression on the interviewer’s face vanished instantly. She dropped back into her chair and pulled a burner phone from her desk drawer, dialing a number that wasn’t on any official company record.
"It’s done," the woman said, her voice cold and devoid of the warmth she had shown Sofia. "I’ve employed her. It looks completely natural. She has no idea she was the only one ever getting the job."
On the other end of the line, the Rogue King leaned back in his chair, a dark smirk pulling at his scarred lips. The subordinate he had just finished with was scurrying out of the room, but he didn’t even look at her. His mind was entirely on the White Wolf.
"Good," Alfred exhaled in relief. "From tomorrow, you know exactly what you should be doing."
"Yes, sir..." the woman replied.
Alfred nodded. "And no mistake," he warned before ending the call.
