Page 11 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“Please be careful, Raven,” she pleaded. “You are too vulnerable right now, and I can’t come around to help you without revealing your location.”
“I’ll be fine, Misha. Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “You’ve done enough.”
By the time I ended the call to prepare for work, Misha still wasn’tconvinced that I wouldn’t do anything silly. But I was smarter than that. I needed a solid plan before I could confront Ivy.
My hand dipped to my belly subconsciously. But before then, I needed to figure out what I was going to do about this pregnancy.
“It’shard to believe you have no previous experience,” Martin grunted grudgingly as though compliments were a commodity he hoarded and was unwilling to part with. “You have a talent for sales. All in under two months, too.”
As the former CEO of Ivory Enterprise, I’d spearheaded so many real estate acquisitions and sales that my new job, in comparison, was relatively easy.
“Thank you, sir,” I said, inclining my head.
Martin nodded once, a serious expression settling on his face.
“How are the arrangements for the CEO’s arrival coming along?”
“Great, sir,” I confirmed.
“Run the plans by me once you are done,” Martin instructed. Then he paused, his astute gaze lingering on me.
“I trust your health issue from last week has been appropriately resolved. We can’t have our staff passing out during work hours, Miss Raven.”
I went still.
Martin was one of those old-fashioned wolves who didn’t believe much in letting female wolves work to begin with. I had no doubt that if Martin found out I was pregnant to boot, I could kiss my job goodbye.
I’d lied to him that I’d passed out due to low blood sugar. Then I’d increased the amount of scent inhibitors I was already using to avoid detection by the Ivory Moon Pack. I couldn’t afford to lose my job, especially now that Ivy was sniffing around Misha. My pregnancy was barely showing, but I was already cornered and running out of time to come to a decision.
“I apologize, sir,” I promised, ducking my head to avoid his probing stare. “It will not happen again.”
And it wouldn’t.
My first trimester symptoms of nausea, dizziness, and headaches were still uncomfortably present, but I hadn’t survived the Ivory Moon Pack by being weak.
By the time I returned to my desk, Dana and Wendy were talking about our new CEO. Again.
“I heard he’s a werewolf,” Dana let out a scandalized whisper, but her eyes twinkled with delight.
Dana was in marketing, but she was far more adept at scouting for all the scintillating gossip in the office, often narrating it to Wendy as though desperate for her approval.
“It doesn’t matter what he is,” Wendy ran her fingers through her dark, luscious waves. “He’s going to be mine.”
Wendy, my senior colleague, was quite possibly the most stunning human female I’d ever seen, and she knew it. At least half of the male employees at Cityscape would give their firstborns and all their salaries just for a moment of her attention. But there was a sadistic glint in her eyes that eerily reminded me of Ivy.
“But I heard he’s been married before. Twice at least. And he’s old.” Dana wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Wendy rolled her eyes like her friend was being silly.
“He acquired our company, worth several million, like it was nothing. And from what I hear, it is nothing compared to all the numerous businesses under his group.” A soft smile settled on Wendy’s face, that vicious glint back in her gaze.
“With that much money, he could be as old as my grandfather, and I’d still fuck him. I can’t keep working this shitty job forever.”
Dana’s jaw dropped. Literally.
“Wendy!” she gasped.
Wendy ignored her, her dark eyes latching onto mine unerringly from where I stood, about to enter my cubicle.
