Alpha King's Beloved Revenge

Chapter One

She stepped out of the elevator. The people inside smiled and said goodbye. But as soon as the doors closed, her smile disappeared.

"Humans," she said in a cold voice. "So easy to trick."

Her eyes searched for a door with a "Staff room" sign. When she saw it at the end of the hall, she quickly went there. She felt relieved when she saw no one else was there and hurried to the lockers. She immediately found Marianne's locker.

She tried to open it but stopped when she saw the padlock. She rolled her eyes. She didn't want to break anything, but it was getting in her way. She broke it with one pull of her fingers and opened the door.

She whistled. Marianne's things were very neat. She shrugged and grabbed the woman's uniform. She nodded.

'Impressive.'

The uniform was a white long-sleeve shirt, a maroon vest, a maroon jacket, a maroon skirt, a light brown necktie, and, for some reason, a pair of net stockings.

'Seriously?'

She quickly got angry. Maybe Zafrix picked the uniform design. It looked like the rumor was true-he liked women. She smiled.

'Then I will make him taste his own medicine.'

She put on the uniform and tied her long red hair up. She took a deep breath because the uniform was tight. It seemed the owner was smaller. The skirt was also very short, showing her pale legs, which the net stockings didn't hide. She shrugged and put on the jacket with the hotel logo. She moved her name tag to it. She had also brought some weapons, like a silver dagger strapped around her thigh and a small gun strapped to her waist belt, hidden under her jacket.

She faced the mirror and looked at her red hair. She felt sad again, remembering her mother.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll get revenge for you and Dad," she said softly, looking at her reflection. She put on her black contact lenses. Her mother always told her to wear them so no one would know she was her daughter and she wouldn't be in danger. But they didn't last long because the contact lenses quickly melted due to the wolf blood in her body.

She took another deep breath before putting on the black heels that matched the uniform. She winced because even those were a bit small. Then she went back to the elevator, which was just coming up.

Ding

Before the door even opened, she felt a strong presence. She gasped. 'So fast. Why is he here already?'

It was too late for her to leave because the door opened. A very handsome, tall man appeared before her. She immediately looked down at the floor. Another thing her aunt told her:

"Never look the King in the eyes."

She almost jumped in surprise when she heard the devil clear his throat.

"Aren't you getting in?" he asked in a cold voice.

She didn't know why, but her hair quickly stood on end when she heard his cold voice again.

"Y-Yes, sir," she replied and entered the elevator, which suddenly felt crowded.

She squeezed to the side, grinding her teeth. She needed to stay calm. The man she wanted revenge on was right there with her in the elevator. But why did his presence alone make her knees feel weak?

"I don't believe I have seen you before," he said.

She almost jumped again. She looked straight ahead and saw their reflections in the elevator door. Zafrix Wolfe was facing her, staring at her face. He was very tall. And to think she was also tall at five feet seven inches, but she looked small next to him.

She smiled and partly turned to him without looking into his eyes.

"I've been working here for a long time, sir," she said politely.

He didn't answer right away. She felt the heavy gaze, especially when it landed on her legs. She secretly burned with anger. She stood straight and lifted her face. She looked at his appearance in their reflection on the door.

She held her breath again when the light hit his handsome face, which seemed perfectly formed. It wasn't hard to tell how beautiful he was, with his straight nose, strong jaw, deep cold gray eyes, even those soft lips. She quickly looked away from his face. She didn't understand the strong thumping in her chest.

The elevator door opened. Sofia looked and saw they were on the tenth floor, where Zafrix Wolfe's room was. She stayed calm. She had been preparing for this for years. She had been watching this hotel for days just to carry out her plan.

Zafrix left the elevator, and she followed him. He looked at her, his eyes asking what she wanted.

"I was ordered to collect the papers that you have signed," she said politely, looking at his black necktie, still avoiding his eyes.

He nodded and continued to his room. He opened the door, and she was amazed by how beautiful his private quarters were. It was very spacious, complete with expensive couches, portraits, decorations, and even his table with a computer and stacks of papers. It was good that she had learned what was happening in the hotel first so she had a reason to go to his room and observe.

He went inside, and she followed him. He immediately went to his desk. She quickly looked around, memorizing every detail and position before looking at the documents on his desk. Using her sharp eyesight, she read the titles on the front of each folder, almost all of which were about the hotel.

"I heard you were sick," he said.

She blinked, suddenly nervous. She looked at her name tag again. She quickly wondered if he knew the real Marianne.

"I'm feeling much better now, sir," she answered, sounding confident.

He picked up a black folder and looked through its pages.

"Do you mind closing the door, Marianne?" he asked, his voice cold and emotionless.

She wanted to back away but stopped herself. She had to stick to her plan. She needed to attract him.

"No, sir. I don't mind," she said softly and walked towards the door, swaying her hips a little. She smirked when she heard him let out a low growl.

'Maybe it is really true, then?'

She closed the door, wondering if she should lock it. She shrugged and locked it. Then she pretended to fix her name tag before letting it fall to the floor. She could feel him watching her. She bent down to pick it up, causing the back of her skirt to ride up. She smiled, satisfied, when she heard another low growl.

'Seducing him is truly a piece of cake.'

Her only problem was whether she could keep up the seduction. Before she could even touch her name tag, her back was against the door, and Zafrix Wolfe was pinning her there with his arms on either side of her head.

Her heart immediately pounded. This was good because she needed to act nervous. Even though she really was nervous.

"S-Sir?" she asked nervously.

He leaned forward and smelled her. Then she felt his warm hand on her right leg. A jolt of electricity went through her, making her gasp loudly.

'What the hell is that?!'

"I don't know who you really are, Marianne," he growled softly, his voice cold and eerie. A shiver of fear ran down her spine, and she realized the truth like a hard slap. His hand caressed her leg before slowly going up under her skirt. "But you should choose who you are going to fool," he said and grabbed the strap from her thigh where she had hidden her silver dagger. He held up the broken strap for her to see.

'Shit!'

Who was she trying to trick anyway? Her aunt was right. Zafrix Wolfe wasn't "King" for nothing. He knew who his enemies were. But what she didn't understand was why he let her in? She remembered the strange quietness when she arrived. She should have suspected something from the start.

'He knew from the very start that someone is coming for him.'

She didn't waste any more time and used her hidden strength to push him away. He didn't expect it and was surprised, but he didn't show it. She looked up at him, only at his mouth, still avoiding his eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked in a very dangerous tone.

"I will be your worst nightmare," she said and pulled out the small gun loaded with silver bullets that she had hidden under her jacket. She pulled the trigger without thinking twice, aiming for his heart.

In a split second, he was gone. But Sofia wouldn't come there unprepared. She knew everything about him. She knew he was a werewolf, a king for over nine hundred years. She even studied the werewolves around him, their strengths and weaknesses.

She felt his presence behind her and quickly shot in that direction. She cursed when she missed again. How fast could he go?