The Were CEO’s Secret

It was already in the media. Super model Garcia Carlos starts her birthday week by hanging out with family. And her manager uploaded pictures she took last week with her brother and mother.

She sighed. Sometimes she got tired of the media and all the modelling shenanigans. But then she reminded herself that she was a beauty to behold so it’d be a sin to hide herself.

She looked over her very busy schedules for the week, her birthday week. She couldn’t really have fun without the media coming into anything she’d do for herself.

Striking off a travel to Las Vegas for surprise party, she inserted a slumber party instead. Anything that’d make her be around Nathan.

And why was it called a surprise party if she already knew about it. Then she’d be expected to be very grateful and cry to make a scene.

She sighed again. Her eyes furrowing as she saw she was scheduled to have a plane party with some celebrities she didn’t even like.

“And why should I invite Katarina to my party, ugh!” she threw everything on her table to the ground. She should bring in even her worst enemy to her party birthday?

Model Katarina had nearly poisoned Garcia after hearing a rumor that her boss, Mr. Johnson was thinking of signing Garcia in to replace her.

Garcia felt horribly disgusted that her manager had put that same witch in her list of invites. Swiping, she took out her name as well as other actors, actresses and influencers.

What did she need them for? They all needed her to stay relevant! She left some who weren’t a nuisance to her popularity like the footballers, professors and best-selling authors. It’d be more of an honor to see them there.

“Hugh, don’t you dare yell at me!” she barked at her manager who wasn’t happy she left out artistes from her invite list, “It’s my party. I don’t give a damn of the interaction my fans want, I don’t need bastards at my party!”.

She hung up on him after her outburst. She had a whole pack to come to her party, why was it important some lousy humans and self entitled werewolves came? Her pack was enough.

Sliding into some training clothes, she crept out of her suite and headed to her brother’s motorcycle garage. Before her younger brother could fathom, she zoomed out with his new motorcycle.

“I hate you!” he shouted, as he ran out of the house.

Laughing, Garcia replied, “I love you!”.

It took barely twenty-five minutes before she got to the Alpha’s house. Curse it but because she was a public figure, her house was situated far away from the pack so her human fans could visit without feeling threatened of werewolves. Not like she gave a care but it was part of the ‘care for your fans’ treatment.

“Hey!! Cole!!” she waved her arms but the man just walked faster into his car and drove off, leaving her standing at the porch.

Her fists clenched. Just because she was a Delta and not an active one, doesn’t mean he gets to ignore her. She was well trained and could give him a good injury.

Using her legs to kick the door open, she froze as she realized she was taking her anger out of the Alpha’s door. “Oh, sorry, Alpha!” she ran upstairs.

There were light whimpering that made her slow down her run upstairs, inclining her ears to get where it was coming from and who it was.

A small dark haired girl, coiled up was making the sounds. Stamping her leg to mark her presence, Garcia eyed down at the dirty looking thing. “What are you doing here?”.

Footsteps came from another room connected to where they were. Garcia saw the Lead Warrior stroll out. “She’s here by orders of Alpha. What are you doing here?”.

Garcia rolled her eyes ignoring her, she bent towards the girl and dragged her face to face her. Lots of bruises scattered her face, her eyes were reddish. “Did you beat her up?”.

The lead warrior stayed quiet. Garcia dropped the girl’s face and marched to her, “When I ask a question, it means I need an answer!”.

“I asked you a question. Did you answer?”.

“I am not you. So tell me, did you beat her up? And who the hell is she?” Garcia looked from the girl to the lead warrior.

Scowling, the lead warrior pointed at the uniform laying on a couch, “She’s a new wolf, am omega wolf. Alpha is going to train her”.

Garcia narrowed her eyes, “New wolf? From where?”.

The lead warrior rolled her eyes, “She was caught by the Mafia stealing our shipment. She was under Spark Moon Pack. Alpha decided to train her, soon she’d be Alpha’s favorite. Not you” she smirked.

Garcia eyed the lead warrior. She was just good at spitting nonsense. No one could replace her in the Alpha’s heart. She was like her daughter, a lowly omega could never relate.

“Johnson told you to steal from my Alpha?” Garcia stood in front of the girl.

The girl cranked her neck up to look at the tall lady in front of her. She brought her head low, intimidated by the aura flowing through her.

Garcia stooped to the girl and held her face again, bringing the girl face closer to hers. The girl’s face heated up as Garcia’s lips almost touched hers.

“I said, did your Alpha tell you to steal from us? You better speak, omega!”.

With moisted eyes and sore lips, the girl shook her head and spoke, “I didn’t want to do it. I had no choice. I am just an omega. Please spare me. He’s the Alpha so I couldn’t revolt. Please spare me”.

Garcia let go of her face before the girl’s tears touched her skin. She curled her lips in disgust. So her would-have-been mate was such a jerk to force his people to go on sacrificial missions.

She had heard feedback from that mission. It was a distraction for her Alpha, one that set Alpha Johnson on Alpha Luciana’s black list.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, you’re here now, you need a higher rank if you want my Alpha to look at you. Omegas are insulting to her” Garcia advised. The girl nodded.

The lead warrior heaved a sigh while sitting on a couch, “This girl has all it takes to level up her rank. She can even be the Alpha’s right hand with Cole someday. Don’t give her advise that she already has power to control!”.

A small chuckle left Garcia’s lips. The lead warrior was really pushing her buttons.

“Girl, what’s your name?”.

The girl tugged on her earlobe, thinking on what she was called, “Gar… Garbage. I was called Garbage by my… my pack” she stuttered.

Garcia’s countenance changed. This was just a teenager, why should she be called such? The girl shook in fear feeling she annoyed Garcia by her stuttering.

Garcia could perceive the girl didn’t have an iota of confidence. The life of an omega should be the worst thing ever.