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?”

Sarah?” A woman’s voice, professional but friendly. “This is Jennifer from Marketing Solutions. We

for the receptionist position.”

“Yes!

I was hoping we could set up an interview for tomorrow morning. Would ten o’clock work

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That would be

located downtown, 1247 Pine Street, Suite 304. Just bring a copy of

there,” I said. “Thank you so

to

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

evening practicing answers to interview questions in front of my bathroom

*”Tell me about yourself.”*

in a new city”* True, even if it left out the part about abandoning my

*”What’s your greatest weakness?”*

care

do you see yourself in five

a stable career and contributing

interview was

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

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

2018 and now?”

caring for family members,” I said,

before that, your experience was primarily in…” She squinted at the page. “Administrative support for a family

scheduling, correspondence, conflict

“Conflict resolution?”

“Minor disputes. Customer complaints. That sort of

my resume. Not a good note,

you don’t have any

business closed. Family members

notes. Definitely

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

someone with more verifiable

said quietly. “Thank

office building feeling smaller than I had in years. On the

guess, I was.

another nobody in a city full of

Seven interviews in four days. Seven rejections. Seven variations

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

noodles. Th

that

this rate, it wouldn’t last the

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

when I felt it. That prickle between my shoulder blades that used

were picking

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