Page 33 of Dearest Alpha Brothers 1: Vampire Prince

“Admiring the view, sugar fang?” Archer appeared beside me, offering a delicate crystal glass filled with what smelled like AB negative with hints of… was that caramel?

“Your office is…” I gestured vaguely at the organized chaos around us. “Very you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chaotic but somehow still charming?”Oh God, did I just call him charming?

His laugh echoed through the space, and I caught Marcus hiding a smile behind his tablet. Even Tae, arranging papers on Archer’s desk, looked delighted at our interaction.Great. More fuel for the office gossip mill.

“Come here, you have to see this,” Archer guided me to the wall of campaigns, his hand warm against my lower back. “This was our first major campaign after I took over the department. The board nearly had collective heart attacks when I pitched it.”

The image showed a wolf mid-transformation, caught in that breathtaking moment between forms. But instead of the usual fierce, aggressive portrayal, this one was… beautiful. Ethereal. Silver light wrapped around the figure like stardust.

“It changed how we approached marketing in New Vale,” Archer said softly. “Before this, everything was about showing power and dominance. This campaign showed that supernatural beauty could be just as compelling as supernatural strength.”

Marcus cleared his throat. “Mr. Whitlock? The team is ready for you in the main conference room.”

“Ready to make some marketing magic, Prince?” Archer’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Oh God. I was about to attend my first supernatural marketing meeting. What if I said something stupid? What if I accidentally insulted some ancient clan tradition? What if?—

“Stop overthinking.” Archer poked my forehead gently. “You’ll do fine. Besides…” His grin turned wicked. “You can’t possibly suggest anything worse than my wolf meme campaign pitch.”

“Do I want to know?”

“No,” Marcus said firmly from the doorway, making both of us laugh.

The main conference room buzzed with energy as we entered. A dozen or so people sat around a massive glass table, tablets and holographic displays ready. The chatter died instantly when they noticed me, replaced by wide eyes and respectful nods.

“Morning, everyone!” Archer’s voice filled the room. “I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors about our prince, so let me make it official—this is Luca Valentine, and he’s going to help us make Beyond Beauty actually beautiful.”

Wait, what?

A man with striking silver hair tied in a complicated braid spoke first. “Welcome, Prince Valentine. I’m Jin-Ho, creative director. We’re honored to have you join us.” His smile turned playful. “Maybe you can help rein in Mr. Whitlock’s more… experimental ideas.”

“You loved the moonlight transformation concept,” Archer protested, pulling out a chair for me.

“Thefirstone, yes. The one with the dancing wolves wearing sunglasses? Not so much.”

The tension in the room broke as several people laughed. A young woman with bright-green eyes raised her hand like we were in school. “Speaking of concepts, can we please revisit the glitter explosion idea? Because I’ve been working on some mock-ups and?—”

“Down, Tina,” Jin-Ho interrupted. “We are not turning this into a teenage vampire fantasy.”

“But what if?—”

“No glitter explosions,” a serious-looking man in a crisp suit cut in. He turned to me with an apologetic smile. “I’m Nathan, accounts director. I try to keep the creatives from bankrupting us with their ideas.”

“You mean you try to crush our dreams,” Tina muttered, but her eyes danced with humor.

As Jin-Ho pulled up the presentation, I couldn’t help but compare this to my old marketing meetings. No Ms. Rodriguez shooting down every idea before stealing the good ones for herself. No Sarah from accounting rolling her eyes at every suggestion. No toxic competition masquerading as teamwork.

The first slide appeared on the screen—a sleek, minimalist design in muted golds and silvers. Professional. Safe. Boring.

“Our concept focuses on timeless elegance,” the presenter, a well-dressed man named David, clicked through more slides. Models with perfect faces stared back at us, posed against neutral backgrounds. Everything screamed high-end luxury… in the most mundane way possible.

“The tagline ‘Beauty Beyond Time’ emphasizes our product’s lasting effects,” David continued, showing mock-ups ofmagazine spreads that could have been for any premium brand. “We’re targeting the upper echelon of the markets…”

I stared at a particularly bland image of a model holding a crystal bottle against a beige background. The product literally contained essence of moonlight, according to the brief I’d glimpsed, and they were marketing it like overpriced face cream?

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