Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce!-Chapter 103

Kael’s POV

Director Black didn’t flinch. I had to give her credit for that. Most wolves would be trembling by now.

"She’s not entirely human, Alpha." Her voice remained steady. Professional. "She’s a wolf who lost her wolf. There’s a difference."

"Is there?"

"Yes." She met my gaze directly. No fear. Just conviction. "She has experience in our world. She understands pack dynamics. She simply... lacks the scent markers that others carry."

I walked to the window. Stared down at the city below.

A wolf who lost her wolf.

I’d heard of such things. Rare. Tragic. Usually the result of severe trauma or dark magic. The kind of thing whispered about in hushed tones at pack gatherings.

"How did she lose it?"

"I didn’t ask." Director Black’s chair creaked as she shifted. "It seemed... personal. And frankly, irrelevant to her qualifications."

Irrelevant.

My jaw tightened.

"You hired someone to work directly with pack business without knowing her full history?"

"I hired someone who demonstrated exceptional competence." Her voice sharpened slightly. "Alpha, with all due respect, you established this company to be different. To judge wolves by their abilities, not their bloodlines. To create opportunities for those who might otherwise be overlooked."

She paused. Let the words sink in.

"Was that all just rhetoric? Or did you actually mean it?"

The question hit harder than I expected.

I turned to face her. Studied her expression. The slight lift of her chin. The firmness in her eyes.

She was challenging me.

In my own company. In my own building.

And damn it, she was right.

"Show me her work." The words came out gruff. Reluctant.

Director Black nodded. A small victory she was wise enough not to acknowledge.

"Follow me."

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The executive floor was quiet without its usual bustle.

Most employees were at their desks, but there was a noticeable gap. An empty chair near the windows. A desk that should have been occupied.

The human’s desk.

No. Not human. The wolf-who-lost-her-wolf’s desk.

"This is her station." Director Black gestured toward it. "As you can see, she’s implemented a new organizational system."

I approached slowly. Skeptically.

The desk was immaculate. Not in the sterile, empty way of someone who didn’t do any work. In the efficient, purposeful way of someone who knew exactly where everything belonged.

Color-coded folders lined one side. Each labeled clearly. Each containing documents sorted by date, priority, and department.

I picked one up. Flipped through it.

The Henderson contract. Filed correctly. Cross-referenced with related correspondence. Notes attached indicating follow-up actions required. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"She did this in one day?"

"Less than one day." Director Black moved to the computer. Tapped a few keys. "Look at this."

The screen came to life. A spreadsheet. Rows and columns of data, but organized so cleanly that even I could understand it at a glance.

Meeting schedules. Client contacts. Project timelines. Everything interconnected. Everything accessible.

"When she arrived, this floor was in chaos." Director Black scrolled through the document. "The previous assistant left without notice. Files were missing. Schedules were conflicting. We had three executives double-booked for the same meeting."

"And she fixed all of it?"

"In six hours."

I stared at the screen. Tried to find something to criticize.

Couldn’t.

"The correspondence backlog." Director Black pulled up another folder. "Two months of unanswered emails. She categorized them by urgency, drafted responses for approval, and cleared forty percent before end of day."

I picked up another file from the desk. Opened it.

Client profiles. Detailed breakdowns of every major partnership we held. Notes on communication preferences. Records of previous interactions.

This wasn’t just competence.

This was exceptional.

"She prepared all of this for my visit?" I set down the file. "How did she know I was coming?"

"She didn’t know it was you specifically." Director Black’s voice carried a hint of amusement. "Someone called yesterday. Said they would inspect the company. Didn’t give a name. Hung up before she could ask questions."

I remembered that call. The brief, clipped message I’d left.

She’d prepared all of this based on that?

"She spent the entire night here." Director Black continued. "Reviewing every major client relationship. Organizing files. Making sure everything was ready for whoever showed up."

"She slept at her desk?"

"According to the security logs, yes." Director Black shrugged. "I found her this morning looking like she’d been through a war. But she’d completed everything."

I walked around the desk. Examined it from different angles.

A plant sat in one corner. Small. Green. Clearly a gift from someone. A few personal touches scattered among the professional items—a photo frame face-down, a small notebook with handwritten notes.

Normal things. Human things.

No. Wolf things. The things any wolf might keep at their workspace.

"Why did she leave this morning?" I asked. "The emergency."

"Her daughter’s school called." Director Black’s voice softened slightly. "Something about an incident with other students."

Her daughter.

The woman in the lobby had mentioned a daughter. Had said the word with such desperation. Such urgency.

A mother rushing to protect her child.

Something stirred in my chest. An old ache I tried to ignore.

"How old is the daughter?"

"Three, I believe." Director Black checked her notes. "She enrolled at Silverpine Academy recently."

Silverpine.

One of the best schools in the territory. The kind of place that required connections or money or both.

How had a wolf with no wolf managed to secure a spot there?

"She’s resourceful." The words came out before I could stop them.

Director Black nodded. "Very."

I continued my inspection. Moved through the floor systematically. Checked other departments. Reviewed other stations.

Everything was in order. Efficient. Professional.

But nothing matched the executive desk.

Nothing came close.

By the time I finished, two hours had passed. My initial irritation had faded. Replaced by something else.

Curiosity.

And reluctant admiration.

"If she has no principle issues," Director Black continued, "I strongly recommend keeping her. We need talent like this. People who work harder because they know what it’s like to have nothing."

She met my eyes.

"You built this company to give wolves a second chance. To prove that Blood Crown could be more than violence and old prejudices. She embodies exactly what you said you wanted."

Damn.

She was using my own words against me.

And she was right.

"Fine." I stood. Walked to the window again. "She stays."

"Thank you, Alpha."

"But I’ll be watching closely." I turned. Fixed her with a hard stare. "I’ll be coming to inspect more regularly. This floor. This department. Her work specifically."

Director Black’s eyebrows rose slightly. But she nodded.

"Understood."

"All Alpha-related affairs." I continued. "Scheduling. Correspondence. Information gathering. She can handle it."

"Sir?"

"If she’s as competent as you claim, she should be able to manage sensitive matters." I kept my voice neutral. Businesslike. "Consider it a test. If she passes, I have more important tasks for her."

I have searched the whole werewolf world for Aria, but human world...

If this human has enough information gathering ability, maybe she could help me.

Find her.