Rejected, And Became A Heiress

Chapter 0010

Chapter 10

Alaric's POV

You know the phrase that you can lead a horse to water, but you can't force him to drink?

Well, you can lead a werewolf to a beautiful woman, but you can force him to love her.

Over the last few weeks. I've tried to let my feelings for Lilin gros. But I've had no luck. I just can't seem to care about her.

Grey is even worse off than I am. He can't stand her.

Like last night, when Lilia surprised me in my bed after work.

She opened her shirt, revealing her lacy bra

Her voice was a purr, "Alaric. I think tonight's the night we make a baby..."

Her hand stroked the top of her cleavage, beckoning me to come closer.

I stepped one foot towards the bed, but my nose caught the scent of her perfume and I had to retreat. The strong smell nearly tnade me vomit right there on the spot. I hear Grey's cough in my head, too. "Sorry, but there's something I forgot to work on, and it's urgent

I said over my shoulder as I raced out of the room.

She was fast asleep by the time I returned.

THEN there was that disaster in the mansion's garden.

Lilia was waiting for me as I passed through the garden for a quick stroll, trying to clear my head.

She was wearing a short skirt, showing off her long legs. She had a flower crown on the top of her head. A crown of lilies.

She leaned in for a kiss, and I had to dodge her swiftly.

"Sorry, I'm severely allergic to lilies. You need to go get that stuff off of you."

than it needed to be because I could hear her crying

I'm working late

dreamed of, right?" My wolf's mocking tone

just until I find a new Beta. There have been so many little complications

can feel Grey ready to interject with a remark about Cara so I quickly continue, "I can handle it, but it just takes more time. This is about

it's Alpha King to be

just have to get used to it

And working a lot goes with the

she didn't even know about your allergies. Do you really think she loves you as much as she claims?" I bite my

interrupted by George escorting in the

bloodline. Each has an impressive resume, interview them one by

questions perfectly. Some of them are so nervous, I can see them shaking. Others are transfixed by my status as

but I can't help but compare them to Cara. Even the best of them is nowhere near as smart nor as capable as

after the last candidate leaves. I look back to the list

will stand out and

see the initials of the person who prepared the document. It's standard procedure we use around the office, so

ew

Cara Wilson.

for George

responsibility of a direct order I told him to handle, but Cara agreed to do it!

George's office and barge through. But George isn't

It's Cara.

And she's fainting.

automatically, and I catch her just before

limp in my arms.

out of the building, driving her myself straight

"Hurry!"

traffic, trying to

and I

her body

hospital staff to treat her with the highest level of care. I'll

I feel a tug in my chest. It feels like the

green eyes. To wake up and say something smart and