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?”

friendly. “This is Jennifer

for the receptionist position.”

“Yes! Yes,

I was hoping we could set up an interview

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would be

a copy of

said. “Thank you so much for

forward to

and I stared at my phone with something that might have been hope. Maybe this was it. Maybe this

the evening practicing answers to interview questions in front of my bathroom

*”Tell me about yourself.”*

a fresh start in a new city”* True,

*”What’s your greatest weakness?”*

care too

you see yourself in

career and contributing

interview was a

be a sharp-eyed woman in her forties who asked all

noticed some gaps in your employment history,” she said, scanning my carefully crafted resume. “Can you explain the

2018 and now?”

was… caring for family members,” I said, my palms

that, your experience was primarily in…” She squinted at the page. “Administrative

scheduling,

“Conflict resolution?”

disputes. Customer complaints. That

on my resume. Not a good note, judging

don’t have any references from

The… business

Definitely not good

Sarah,” Jennifer set down my resume with the kind of finality that meant bad news. “You seem like a lovely person, but

someone with more verifiable

I said quietly. “Thank you for

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

guess, I was.

in a city

interviews in four days. Seven rejections. Seven variations of “not qualified” and “not what we’re looking

grocery store three blocks from my apartment, my list

noodles. Th

food I could find that would last more

At this

in the store were harsh and buzzing, making everything look sickly yellow. I grabbed a

felt it. That prickle between my shoulder blades that used to mean my

picking up potential

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