The Werewolf CEO's Pet

"Ugh~"

"Ngh~"

Her little moans slipping through her partly gasping lips. The way her body would tremble from pleasure was overwhelming. Every time she would get that satisfying feeling that almost lost her sanity.

The amount of pheromones spreading all over the atmosphere were sweet and dominating. The cry of her partner when he was already at his climax.

The grin stretching across her face after getting the amount of essence she needed.

It was sweet and intoxicating~

***

"Mr Kiel? Mr Kiel?"

He jolted from his thoughts as soon as he saw those frail fingers waving in front of his eyes. He turned his head to the cute lady in front of him.

"Mr Kiel? Are you alright? I've been calling you.."

Kiel sighed and rubbed his nose. That throbbing pain in his temples was bothering him again. He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't realize his surroundings.

"I'm sorry. What do you need, Miss Anna?" he asked in his usual plain voice. He stood up from his table and fixed his black suit.

Miss Anna got worried about him. She's always that kind and caring officemate. She clasped the folders in her arms and asked again. "Mr Kiel, are you sure you're okay?"

Kiel wasn't really that expressive. Since the day he entered this company, his plain and expressionless face hasn't changed. "I am fine," he replied. "Does the President need me again?"

Miss Anna's face immediately turned devastated. Just by recalling the yelling and banging sound earlier was enough to make her dashed to the man. "The President is throwing a fit again. She's been in a bad mood since she entered the VIP room." She explained.

Kiel tapped the lady on the shoulder. "Thank you for informing me." He nodded and walked away.

His steps grew bigger and faster as soon as he already inhaled that sweet scent coming from the said room. He halted behind the door and prepared his breath. He's used to this, anyway. Kiel was the one who settled everything.

"President, it's me.." he called.

He didn't hear any response, but the spreading pheromones were enough to tell him that the young lady was already pissed. He gulped and opened the door. As soon as he took one step, a vase flew right beside his head.

"I apologized, President," he said.

Kiel wasn't dazed at all. It was a regular occurrence to him. Just like what he said earlier, he was used to everything every day. Apologizing first also became his habit.

"Urk!!"

Another man was kneeling on the edge of the bed with a belt around his neck. He was naked and the end of the belt was in the lady's hand. She was pulling him with a frowning expression on her face.

"What took you so long?" She loosened her grip and looked at her assistant.

Kiel bowed his head. "I apologized again, President. Is he not to your liking? I will properly choose the better next time"

"Whatever!" Her wavy brown hair traveled to her shoulders as she stood from the bed. She clutched her white robe and walked towards the small desk with her long legs.

The man she was playing with earlier immediately gathered his clothes. As far as Kiel knows, this young man here was an alpha celebrity. He agreed to this in order to get a sponsorship from the L.L Corporation. He was on the brink of losing his career and needed a big fish.

But only if he satisfies the President, who was now pissed off by his performance.

In this modern world, in order for the werewolves to coexist with each other without shape shifting. They needed to maintain their form by gathering essence from another. It was by having sex. The more intimate, the stronger.

However, if you are an omega, you need to get your essence from an alpha. Omegas and alphas were divided into two classes. Recessive and dominant.

The lady who seemed to be unsatisfied was Devyn Lowell. She was a dominant omega and the youngest daughter of the Lowell Clan. The president of the L.L Corporation at the age of 25 and Kiel is her assistant/bodyguard.

She changes partners every month. Building a steady relationship wasn't her cup of tea. She only uses those alphas for her personal pleasure. For her, alphas were just toys. She was dominating in bed, spreading so much of her stronger pheromones that ended up getting every partner she had worn out.

Devyn was known as the tyrant, cold and merciful President. No one ever wanted to bump into her or get into an argument. She was powerful and beautiful. A playgirl billionaire.

The only one that can come up with her attitude was Kiel. Her ex-childhood friend.

"Get him out of my sight.." the side of her sharp eyes brought shivers to the man she just found boring. "Don't call yourself an alpha if you can't even satisfy me.." she lit a cigarette and crossed her legs, letting the hem of her robe parted, exposing her thighs.

Kiel gathered the other man's clothing that was scattered on the floor. "Here, please put this on and follow me. We can still settle about the thing you wanted."

The alpha celebrity, who saw himself worthless by the words of the female, pushed Kiel. "It doesn't matter! I can't stand her pheromones!. I don't need the sponsorship anymore!" He stormed out of the room immediately.

A light, but evil chuckle escaped Devyn's lips as she puffed the cigarette. "Let him be," she said. "I can't even stand his face. No wonder no one wanted him in the entertainment industry."

She pressed the cigarette bud on the ashtray and gave a sharp gaze at the man standing just meters away from her. She leaned back in the chair. "Now, I feel irritated." she mumbled.

Kiel bowed again. His plain expression didn't change. "Do you want me to arrange another appointment, President? Just give me 30 minutes," he offered, checking his wristwatch.

Devyn traced the man's figure from head to toe, and then she smirked. "Oh really? How about you come here and satisfy me instead?"