by Carrie Jones
Wolf's Hunger
Carrie Jones
Translated by B. Evergreen
“Wolf's Hunger”
Written By Carrie Jones
Copyright © 2016 Karla M.V.
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Translated by B. Evergreen
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Wolf's Hunger
The end
Lillian stopped in front of the doors of the large building and felt her jaw drop. The building belonged to the Wolfe Enterprises. Lillian has never imagined having a chance to work for a large company since she arrived in the United States to get her Master in Psychology. Not to mention the mega-corporation of the Wolfes, who ran the city, maybe even the state, according to the comments made by all her psychologist colleagues when newspaper news was the topic for lunch.
Three weeks ago, Annette Simpson, her college professor called her to say there was an open position for a graduate in Psychology in the Human Resources area of a company in the Business and Accounting field. Professor Simpson said it was not a bad idea to send her resumé, even though her chances to qualify were minimal, but she should keep her hopes low, as there were many psychologists better prepared than her running for the job. The comment took Lillian by surprise. Considering it came from 'The Battle Axe of the Humanities Department', it was probably the best compliment any student could ever get from Professor Simpson. Hence, Lillian sent her resumé straight away to the address provided.
As weeks passed by, Lillian tried hard not to be upset with the rejection. After all, as The Battle Axe herself had said, there were more capable and experienced professionals than her. Besides, obviously, there was also the inconvenient that she was a woman and foreigner. That’s true she had a diploma from an excellent public Brazilian university, but still gender and xenophobia carried a lot of weight in contract decisions. No matter how good you are, there is always someone better than you.
And for these reasons a job interview, scheduled for Friday afternoon, surprised her so much. However, not as much as finding out for what company the interview was.
Only when someone pushed past her and kept on walking fast through the dark glass doors, Lillian tidied her chestnut brown hair, which fell nearly to her waist, and decided to face the only obstacle between the eminent success and failure in her professional life.
The interview
—
Alec Wolfe testily passed his hands through his shoulder height black hair that fell on his face. His eyes, so different, the right ashen the left greenish-blue, gleamed with restlessness.
‘So you are trying to tell me that your useless secretary marked five job interviews with Human Resources on the same day and time of the monthly business meeting with the investors?’ He growled, crude anger in his voice, as he sat in the armchair of his dad’s former office, who passed away five months ago in car accident. The office belonged to him now, as well as half of the company and its debits and credits.
The other half belonged to the woman leaning on the table in the middle of the room. She had the same black hair as Alec, the same milky white skin, but dark blue eyes. His twin sister, Allison, smiled calmly at him, holding between hers the hand of the second in command at the office, a red-haired man with green eyes, almost as tall as Alec, with 6 feet 2.8 inches.
“Alec, you know what happened was not Lucius’ fault, but Margareth’s, who you hired in the first place.
Exasperated, he took a deep breath. He had hired the pretty blonde in a burst of impulse and lust, hoping she would become his mate, but when the full moon passed and the level of pheromones went back to normal, time proved it was nothing more than a casual sexual desire.
As the name suggests, the family Wolfe was part of the werewolf pack of the capital, and Alec had become the leader, or alpha, after the death of his father and many battles for leadership. Allison remained as beta, the same position she had before, and the same was valid for Lucius, Alec’s best friend since they were pups, and who now was engaged to his sister.
Alec had always thought that if there were someone good enough for his little sister, it would be his friend Lucius, and apparently nature also agreed. The two men graduated from Harvard, Alec in Business Administration and Lucius in Accounting, the same course Allison attended at Yale. When they finished college last year, the reunion of the couple couldn’t be better.
After five years of college, and far from each other, the couple had matured and found out they were mates. Happiness was huge, and a great relief, but Alec couldn’t help but envy what they had: their connection, the affection for each other. At almost 23 years old, two years more than the full age established by the pack, it was time to find his mate and breed, the more pups, the better.
And now the pressure was even higher because he was the alpha. A leader without successors left everybody tense. A leader without mate or successors made everybody nervous. His sister made crystal clear that the position as beta and Chief Director of Accounting pleased her enough. Her mindset was one the few good things about his situation, because both twins had the right to the leadership, but only Alec developed the characteristics of an alpha: the scent, the grandiosity, the walk, the look, and the behavior of a natural born leader.
But he still felt lonely. When would his time come?
‘I know very well what I’d done, but she is his secretary, and he has to control her, not me.’ Alec grunted through his teeth.
The red-haired man chuckled and kissed Allison’s forehead. ‘My alpha, I ask you to forgive my lapse and don’t worry. I will make sure the group interview will be held as fast as possible to free the room. In the meanwhile, coffee can be served in your office, to kill the time, what do you think?’ Lucius finished with hoping eyes. Alec frowned and snarled:
‘Great, but choose wisely this psychologist.’
‘Don’t worry. Dr. Ashen will analyze them closely, but we already have an idea of who to hire.’
—
Lillian thanked the secretary, called Margaret, who showed her the meeting room, and passed through the door feeling watched. ‘Watched’ was not the right word, but eaten by the eyes, burned under their stare would rather fit better.
In the room, there was a large rectangular table, where four men sat, all dressed in suits apparently more expensive than the rent of the tiny flat she shared with her college friend, the marine biologist Jessica, who came from Mexico. All men were mature, in comparison with her almost 24 years old, and apparently very successful. Lillian automatically thanked herself for having chosen the navy blue suit with trousers and low black heels; at least this way she did not feel so underdressed.
A movement at her side made her turn, and Lillian confronted the lightest blue eyes she had ever seen. A man a few inches shorter than her 5 feet 6.5 inches, slightly bulky around the waist, and silver on his head watched her over his half-moon spectacles. At that very moment, Lillian remembered a certain old beardy headmaster from a famous juvenile book, and held a laugh, but let a smile out. The elder seemed to examine her expression, and only then returned the smile, making Lillian feel a huge relief fill her chest:
‘Miss Manginni?’ His voice was even more reassuring, and Lillian felt more relaxed and shook the wrinkled hand she was offered. ‘I am Lloyd Ashen, Chief Director of Human Resources, and Ph.D. in Psychology’.
‘It is a pleasure, Dr. Ashen’. Lillian answered, surprised by the calmness she heard in her voice. She expected to be stuttering with nervousness and sweating
profusely, with clammy hands, but she felt at home, not in a job interview in a room full of men at the building of the most famous and powerful company in the city.
Dr. Ashen looked Lillian in the eyes for a longer moment, and then released her hand, showing her one of the three still empty chairs. When she was reminded of where she was and examined more carefully with whom she was competing, she started feeling nervous again, but walked calmly, and sat with the grace she practiced at home.
‘Good afternoon to all, gentlemen and lady.’ A red-haired man, who Lillian had not seen in the room before sat at the end of the rectangular table, and Dr. Ashen to his right. ‘I am Lucius Wolfgan, Deputy Chief Director of Accounting. All of you are here for a reason that caught our attention.’ Lucius ran his eyes over the candidates at the table, staring at them. ‘Dr. Johnson worked with victims of natural disasters.’ One of the men in expensive suit, a fake blond of about 30 years old, nodded.
‘Dr. Mendez treats victims of rape and domestic violence.’ An elder with very dark eyes and obvious Mexican origin smiled.
‘Dr. Jackson treats children and teenagers.’ The brunette man sitting beside Lillian stirred on his chair, trying not to face her. Do I look that young?, thought Lillian, beginning to despair.
‘Dr. McCartney works with elders and couples.’ The last man, a tall African American, waved.
Lucius’ green eyes seemed to gleam when meeting Lillian’s brown eyes.
‘And Miss Manginni’s thesis compares the social behavior of a South American tribe to the behavior of particular groups of wild animals, which granted her a scholarship. We understand that you are concluding your master’s degree, is that correct?’ Lillian agreed with a nod and felt her face burn. All were looking at her.
‘To what group of wild animals did you compare the tribe behavior?’ The so-called Dr. Jackson asked, a slight but noticeable disdain in the tone of his low and guttural voice. Lillian fought a shiver. Did this guy treat children and teenagers? Trying not to play defense, she answered:
‘The Tribe of the Moon displays social behaviors similar to those of wolves. However, in the region where they live there is not, and there never was, any breed of wolves, or any species of the genus Canis, except for the domestic dog.
Dr. Jackson seemed to have found a fun toy, though his eyes gleamed with despise. ‘Did they give you a scholarship to study a bunch of ignorant natives that play wolf?’
Lillian felt her face burn, but this time, it was not embarrassment, it was rage. She opened her mouth to answer, but Dr. Johnson cut her off, with the same disdain expression that Dr. Jackson displayed:
‘What do they think they are, werewolves?’
The two men, Johnson and Jackson, burst into laughs, while the others remained in silence, though McCartney smiled discreetly. Lillian was almost feeling steam coming out of her ears and was aware that four pairs of eyes were stuck on her while the two Ph.D.s had a good laugh at her expense.
The voice of Dr. Asher was calm, as Lillian was already getting used to hearing, but firm when he asked:
‘Coffee will be served, do you all accept?’
When all assented, he pressed a button on the black phone on the table and said: ‘Come in.’
Almost immediately, a middle-aged lady with Mexican appearance came in with a serving trolley filled with coffee, milk, tea, donuts, and toasts, which she left by the door. She took the coffee pot and started serving one by one, who acted as if she was not there. When Lillian was served, she touched slightly the hand that lowered her cup, now filled with dark liquid, turned to the lady looking into her eyes, and smiled:
‘Thank you very much, the smell is divine!’ The woman looked at her, surprised, and then smiled faintly, and left the room. Lillian breathed in the steam rising from the cup, and sipped, nearly moaning with pleasure. Lucius and Lloyd exchanged a brief look, which was not noticed by anyone, as they were all so busy with their coffees.
‘Very bitter.’ Muttered Dr. McCartney, and set the cup back on the table, with a bit more strength than necessary.
‘I know something bitter, but it is not the coffee.’ Lillian murmured at the same tone that McCartney, who looked at her from the corner of his eyes, frowning his forehead.
Lucius coughed, calling everybody’s attention. His mischievous expression made Lillian smile:
‘Feel free to help yourselves to whatever you like; the meeting is closed. We will be in touch with you soon.’
All stood up; Jackson and Johnson rushed to bid farewell to Lucius and Lloyd, while Lillian seized a donut covered in chocolate icing with blueberry filling. I deserve something sweet after that. A meeting with the most powerful men, richer than me, and all damned Ph.D.s.; I didn’t have even a chance. She heard fragments of conversations:
‘...a pleasure to meet you, such a prestigious professional, Dr. Asher...’
‘...attended all your lectures, and I have your book...’
‘...congratulation on your engagement...’
Wow, why don’t you kiss their asses and get it over with now? So Lucius has a bride, huh? She must be very pretty...
Lillian bit the donut and closed her eyes, releasing a sigh of satisfaction.
—
Alec went to the meeting room’s door, ready to send away whoever it was, because the herd of businessmen was getting impatient and threatening to leave, when he smelled it.
A mix of flowers and cherries.
And then he saw her.
The first useful thought that was not: delicious, smells good, good enough to eat, was that she looked like a doll: wavy hair, chestnut brown and long, framing a delicate face, with rosy skin, almond-shaped brown eyes, honey, full reddish lips, at the moment, smeared with chocolate. Alec let his glance run down the target neck, the discreet but interesting neckline of the blue blouse one shade lighter than the blazer that embraced the finely tuned waist and highlighted her rounded breasts, down through the hips that filled the blue trousers to the doll shoes, which confirmed his first thought. A soft and ripe doll, like a juicy fruit ready to be plucked and devoured.
Alec felt his mouth water, and something rapidly growing bigger filling the material of his blue jeans. Lick the chocolate from those lips, kiss them until they are swollen, throw her on the table, nibble her breasts and torture her until she begs, part her legs, and take her until she screams your name and cums. Alec shook his head, trying to think straight. Where did those thoughts come from?
He had nothing against chubby or brunette girls; they just were not his type.
‘Mr. Wolfe?’ a sharp, high-pitched voice sounded in his ears, and Alec turned to Margareth. Blonde, thin, brainless. A catwalk model, more stupid than a door knob, but smart enough to tell if a gem is real, and what is the brand of his watch and clothes. Why do I like girls like that? They are brainless peroxide bags of bones and gold diggers. Yes, of course. Because they are on hand. ‘Mr. Wolfe, I am so very sorry, but I didn’t mean to do it, really! I was distracted, and...’
Alec was already getting a headache, which is very odd as werewolves don’t have headaches. They don’t feel pain, period. They don’t have diseases, infections or health problems. Their regeneration is so fast and efficient that they are annoyingly healthy.
‘Miss Lewis, I want your resignation on Wolfgan’s desk until tomorrow.’
It seemed her time had come. Her wolf agreed, and they went investigate the brunette exhaling the aphrodisiac perfume.
—
Lillian observed the Ph.D. psychologists leaving one after the other, remaining just her and Dr. Mendez, who swallow a toast, wiped himself clean with a napkin, dropped it on the floor, and took his leave.
Lillian shook her head in disapproval, and bent down to pick it up. She crushed it and threw it in the bin, together with hers. When she stood up, she noticed being watched. Both Lucius and Lloyd smiled at her.
Lillian tried to smile back. ‘Thank you for the opportunity, gentleman. There will always be a next
time, right?’
Lucius raised his eyebrows. ‘Next time?’
Lillian took a deep breath and looked at them. ‘It’s okay; I know I didn’t make it.’
Lloyd chuckled. ‘What makes you think that you didn’t get the job, deary?’
Lillian frowned at the endearment. Were they mocking her? ‘I don’t have a Ph.D.’
‘So what?’ Asked Lucius. ‘Neither do I.’
Lloyd looked at Lucius, shook his head, and then looked at her:
‘Miss Lillian Manginni, you have the required profile to work and grow in this company. We have to start somewhere, right?’
Excuse me? Start somewhere? This is the largest company in the city!
Lillian tried not to sound too hopeful: ‘Well, then...’
Lucius chuckled, this time, followed by Dr. Asher. ‘You are hired. Start on Monday, the Asher here will explain you everything.’
Before she could react to this wonderful news, a tall man of imposing appearance entered the room; his long strides brought him to her. Looking up, Lillian got lost in the most beautiful and profound eyes she had ever seen. They were gelid, glowing blue, like husky’s eyes. Deep breathing, she inhaled a musky bouquet, which let her delightfully lost. A large and strong hand swallowed hers, making her body numb; she was flooded with a feeling of wellness and comfort and tingling with desire. She tried hard to listen what the silky voice said.
‘Welcome. I believe this is the right place for you.’ His smile was predatory, his glance and expression intense, but she was not afraid. On the contrary, for the first time in her life, Lillian felt at home.
The end
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