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?”

voice, professional but friendly. “This is Jennifer from Marketing Solutions. We received your

for the receptionist position.”

heart jumped. “Yes! Yes,

hoping we could set up an interview

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would be

304. Just bring a copy of

“Thank you so

to meeting you,

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

answers to interview questions in front of

*”Tell me about yourself.”*

start in a new city”* True, even if it left out the

*”What’s your greatest weakness?”*

care too

do you see yourself in

stable career and contributing to

interview was a

turned out to be a sharp-eyed woman in her forties who

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

2018 and now?”

members,” I said, my palms sweating. “It required my

before that, your experience was primarily in…” She

handled scheduling,

“Conflict resolution?”

Customer complaints. That sort

note on my resume. Not a good note, judging by her

you don’t have any references from

business

Definitely

of finality that meant bad news. “You seem like a lovely person,

for someone with more

said quietly. “Thank you

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

guess, I was.

a

in four days. Seven rejections. Seven variations of “not

dragged myself to the small grocery store three blocks from my apartment, my list pathetically

noodles. Th

food I could find that

wouldn’t last forever. At this rate, it wouldn’t last the

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

bread when I felt it. That

were picking

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