Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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?”

but friendly.

for the receptionist position.”

heart jumped. “Yes!

hoping we could set up an interview for tomorrow morning. Would ten

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That would

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

“Thank

to meeting

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

evening practicing answers to interview questions in front of my bathroom

*”Tell me about yourself.”*

in a new city”*

*”What’s your greatest weakness?”*

care too

do you see yourself in

a stable career and contributing to

was

in

employment history,” she said, scanning my carefully crafted

2018 and now?”

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

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

handled scheduling, correspondence, conflict

“Conflict resolution?”

“Minor disputes. Customer complaints. That

resume. Not a good

don’t have any references

no. The… business closed. Family

notes. Definitely not

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

for someone with more

quietly. “Thank

had in years. On the street, people rushed past

guess, I was.

nobody in a city full

wrung out. Seven interviews in four days. Seven rejections. Seven variations

store three blocks from my apartment, my list pathetically short: bread,

noodles. Th

find that

At this rate,

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

I felt it. That prickle between my

were picking up