Chapter3
“Ten thousand dollars, Alpha? That’s barely enough! I need new clothes, makeup, rent, utilities, and–on a whim–I might want to hit the club and hire a male model.”
“?”
Alpha Jason’s laugh came through the phone, cold and mocking. “When you were earning five thousand a month, you were still living like this? Spending it all on nonsense?”
“I’m already a mess, okay? Don’t I deserve a little fun?”
“I never said you didn’t deserve it. Quit the tears. I’m about to go into battle here, I wiped my eyes.
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“I’m not asking for a hundred grand a month, Alpha. I just want you to be happy, because if I’m happy, your health improves. And when you’re healthy, uniting the packs will be a breeze.”
I could feel him holding his breath.
His patience was wearing thin.
He finally exhaled.
“Fine. I’ll send you twenty grand a month. But if you come with me, at least I won’t have to worry about you starting trouble every damn day.”
I hesitated, itching to say something cheeky.
But before I could, Alpha Jason snarled, “Shut your mouth, Kamelia. Don’t make me slap you through the phone.”
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“Ugh~”
I immediately agreed. Twenty grand was more than enough.
With Alpha Jason now my personal sugar daddy, I strutted into my boss’s office, ready to quit with all the swagger of a queen.
“If you quit voluntarily, the company won’t compensate you,” she said, trying to sound all tough.
“That’s alright, Fatty. You can keep that money. No need to thank me.”
“What did you say?”
“Can’t hear? Maybe get your ears checked. And while you’re at it, get your brain checked too. Spending five hundred bucks on a
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female celebrity? You really crack me up.”
I tossed my resignation letter in her face like I was throwing out garbage and turned on my heel.
To my surprise, Alpha Jason was waiting for me outside, leaning against a motorcycle, looking like he stepped right out of a bad boy romance novel.
He was tall, with legs that went on for days, and the cigarette hanging from his lips just added to the allure.
I felt a lump form in my throat.
When he saw my excited face, his eyes welled up with tears–totally not what I expected from this badass Alpha.
I blinked, trying to hold back my own tears.
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“A man crying… it’s like… my adrenaline shot.”
Alpha Jason pulled a roll of toilet paper out of his pocket and, without saying a word, started wiping his eyes.
“Kamelia, why are you crying now?” he grumbled.
I snatched a bit of the toilet paper and wiped my own tears. “Alpha, I’m just so… touched.”
“No one has ever cared for me like this,”
“Stop,”
