Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 155

155 Chapter 155

Seraphina’s POV 1

The apartment was a dump.

There was no other word for it. Peeling paint on the walls. A faucet that dripped constantly no matter how tight I turned it. A radiator

that clanged like someone was beating it with a hammer every few hours.

But it was mine. For now.

I sat on the threadbare couch I’d bought from a secondhand store, laptop balanced on my knees, scrolling through job listings that all

seemed to require experience I didn’t have. Or at least, experience I couldn’t explain.

*Administrative Assistant – 3 years experience required.*

*Receptionist – Must have verifiable employment history.*

*Data Entry Clerk – References from previous employers mandatory.*

How was I supposed to explain that my last job was as a high-level assistant to an Alpha werewolf who ran a supernatural business

empire? That I’d managed pack politics and territory negotiations and life-or-death situations on a daily basis?

I couldn’t. Which meant I was nobody. A woman with no work history, no references, no proof that I was capable of anything.

My phone buzzed. A text from Margaret.

*”How’s the job hunt going, sweetheart? Thinking of you!”*

I stared at the message for a long moment, my chest tight. Four days since I’d left their house.

*”Good! Had a few interviews.

call soon.”*

My laptop screen showed seventeen rejections in my email inbox. Seventeen polite “thank you for your interest” messages that all said

the same thing: *Not qualified. Not enough experience. Not what we’re looking for.*

I slammed the laptop shut and stood up, pacing the small living room like a caged animal. The walls felt like they were closing in.

*This is ridiculous,* I told myself firmly. *You’re being dramatic. Plenty of people start over. Plenty of people build new lives from

nothing.*

My phone rang. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

woman’s voice, professional but friendly. “This

for the receptionist position.”

heart jumped. “Yes! Yes, this

up an interview

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would

Just bring a copy of your resume and be prepared to discuss your experience with

said. “Thank you so much for the

forward to meeting you,

something that might have been hope. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the break I

the rest of the evening practicing answers to interview questions in front

*”Tell me about yourself.”*

city”* True, even if it left

*”What’s your greatest weakness?”*

care too

see yourself in five

stable career and contributing to a growing

interview was

woman in her forties who asked all the wrong

employment history,” she said, scanning my carefully crafted resume. “Can you

2018 and now?”

I said, my palms sweating.

She squinted at

scheduling, correspondence,

“Conflict resolution?”

“Minor disputes. Customer complaints. That sort

on my resume. Not a

don’t have any

business closed. Family

Definitely not

set down my resume with the kind of finality that meant bad news. “You seem like a lovely

for someone with more verifiable

quietly. “Thank you for your

that office building feeling smaller than I had in years. On the street, people rushed past me like I was

guess, I was.

another nobody in a

emotionally wrung out. Seven interviews in four days. Seven rejections. Seven variations of “not qualified” and “not

to the small grocery store three blocks from my apartment, my list pathetically short: bread,

noodles. Th

could find that would last more than one

At this

making everything look sickly yellow. I grabbed a basket and wandered

I felt it. That prickle between my

were picking up

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