Echoes of Fate
While Elena slept peacefully, a low growl rumbled from Oliver’s chest. He stared at his computer screen, a furrow etched between his brows. The phone on his desk lay silent, a stark reminder of the abrupt end to his earlier conversation with Elena. Did she really just hang up on him?
Roy, the wolf residing within Oliver, bristled with anger. Elena’s dismissive tone fueled their shared frustration. They missed her terribly, the pull towards their human mate resonating deep within. But did she feel the same? Her response offered little solace.
A gnawing suspicion gnawed at Oliver’s insides. What if she’d found someone else? Was this why she seemed distant, choosing to spend time with another instead of them? The thought sparked a possessive fire in his gut. Troy, one of their pack members tasked with guarding Elena, had confirmed she remained unattached, focusing solely on friends and family. Yet, doubt lingered.
“How can you be so sure?” Roy growled, his voice raw with agitation within Oliver’s mind. “She’s human, Oliver. The bond might not be as strong for her.”
Oliver winced. Roy’s voice mirrored his own growing worry. What if their worst fears materialized? Could he handle losing her? The question, voiced by his own wolf, hit him like a physical blow. He nearly whimpered, the thought of Elena leaving their pack unimaginable.
“That’s why I said we should have just taken her,” Roy snarled, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
Oliver clamped down on the urge to argue. “Damn it, Roy. We’ve been over this.”
He took a deep breath, trying to project a sense of calm. “There are only a few months left until her exams. Then she’ll be with us forever. We can’t risk throwing everything away with impulsive actions.”
With a mental nudge, he pushed Roy back, seeking solace in reason. “You’re right. Once her exams are over, she’ll be here. No need to jeopardize everything.”
Despite his words, a cold knot of unease settled in his stomach. He knew their path to a happy ending wouldn’t be smooth. Sharing Elena’s affections with another was just one of the potential hurdles. For now, he forced himself to focus on the work in front of him, steeling himself for the challenges to come.
On the following day, Xavier entered the office with a cup of coffee in his hands to find his secretary looking worried. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you that the HR manager won’t be able to conduct the interviews for new employees today due to an emergency,” she explained quickly. “Would you be able to take his place?”
“Is there no one else to take his place?” Xavier asked, massaging his head, feeling a headache coming on.
“I am sorry, sir, but there is no one else to take his place. If there was, I wouldn’t have asked you to do that,” his secretary said with a sympathetic smile, knowing how much he hated taking interviews.
Xavier’s reluctance was evident, but he knew the importance of the task. “I’m not fond of taking interviews, but I’ll do it,” he replied with a sigh.
“Send me the list and documents of the candidates for the needed position,” Xavier said as he walked into his office. After meticulously going through the documents he needed to review before conducting the interviews, he promptly called his secretary and instructed her to arrange for the candidates to come to his office.
As the first candidate entered Xavier’s office for the interview, he couldn’t help but notice the excessive amount of makeup on her face. It wasn’t just the makeup that bothered him; it was the fact that it seemed to mask something beneath, a lack of authenticity perhaps. Despite his initial impression, Xavier maintained his professional demeanor and began the interview.
However, as the conversation progressed, the candidate’s attempts to flirt became more apparent. Xavier’s irritation grew with each flirtatious remark, his patience wearing thin. When she crossed the line with an overly suggestive comment, he couldn’t contain his frustration any longer.
“Get lost,” Xavier snapped, his tone cutting through the air with icy clarity. The candidate’s expression shifted from flirtatious to shocked, realizing she had overstepped a boundary. With a hasty apology, she exited the office, leaving Xavier with a sense of annoyance lingering in the air.
“Next,” Xavier called out tersely, his scowl evident as he awaited the arrival of the next candidate.
Xavier’s frustration simmered as he dismissed yet another female candidate for attempting to flirt during the interview. He leaned back in his chair, muttering under his breath about the challenges of dealing with such situations. “That is why I hate taking interviews,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. “Most of the female candidates come here to flirt with me and not for their jobs.”
He glanced up, irritation etched on his features, as he dismissed another candidate with a curt wave of his hand. “Get out,” he said, his tone clipped.
The door closed behind the departing candidate, leaving Xavier alone with his thoughts. “This day can’t get any worse,” he grumbled, running a hand through his perfectly groomed hair. “First, that woman refused to leave me alone, and now this interview circus.”
His headache intensified, a result of both the relentless interviews and the unwanted attention he received. “And to make things worse,” he continued, his voice dropping to a frustrated murmur, “Knight is acting weird. He keeps spacing out inside my head and refuses to talk to me.”
Xavier closed his eyes briefly, trying to regain his composure. Just as he was about to reach for the intercom to call his secretary and postpone the remaining interviews until HR could intervene, a tantalizing scent wafted through the air.
“Honey, lemon, and cinnamon – a combination that stirred something deep within him, momentarily distracting him from his troubles.
“Mate, Mate was here,” Knight shouted at me like a lovesick puppy.