My Mate Is My Devil Of A Boss
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 1h 1m
Complete, First published Jun 15, 2018
I walked into The Anderson Corporation of Finances Building smelling a lot of humans but a hint of werewolves. I became scared of the thought of werewolves here and almost turned around. 

"There is no way we are going to run away just because of a bunch of  dogs are here and after all of those late nights studying for this stupid dream job of yours!!!!" Thora said forcing my legs to walk.

I took the elevator noticing that the higher I went up the smell of wolves became more noticeable and the more vulnerable I felt.

"Hello. Uh-um.. I am Sophia Gonzalez and I am here to be the Secretary for Mr. Anderson," I told the middle aged lady at the front desk. 
I knew that she knew that I was a were-cat because she was weary of me. She looked at me with pity for a flash second and then called Mr. Anderson to ask him if I could go in. 

She put the phone down and said,"Miss. Gonzalez you may go in now."

I open the door to Mr. Anderson's office and just as it creaked open I sensed the smell of an Alpha wolf.  

"MATE!!!! FINALLY OUR MATE!!!!."

"What the hell are you talking ab---!?"

Before I could even say anything else a strong large hand grabbed my arm, spun me around, slammed the door behind me and pushed my arms against the wall.

Electricity was unleashed through my entire body and I heard a rough deep but beautiful voice say "MINE.."
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.