Bitten By The Alpha Boss

BITTEN BY THE ALPHA BOSS A FORBIDDEN SHIFTER ROMANCE SILENT RIDGE PACK BOOK 2 SKYE WILSON CONTENTS 1. Hannah 2. Jacobian 3. Hannah 4. Jacobian 5. Hannah 6. Jacobian 7. Hannah 8. Jacobian 9. Jacobian 10. Hannah 11. Jacobian 12. Hannah 13. Jacobian 14. Jacobian 15. Hannah 16. Jacobian 17. Hannah 18. Jacobian 19. Hannah 20. Jacobian 21. Hannah Bitten By The Alpha Boss 1 HANNAH I sucked down my iced coffee, hoping that would cool the raging fire of indignation within me. But the sweet and salty caramel deliciousness could only do so much to quell my nerves. When I’d first signed on to be an intern in the company that helped fund my pack, I was ecstatic. I dreamed of working hard, proving myself, and earning a full-time position where I would go on to be a team leader and eventually have my own projects. Instead, I was working some bizarre spy routine to hack into a company we’d feigned interest in partnering with. I got why it was important, especially since there were still two moonstones that were missing, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. Because I really didn’t. I was running around advising and organizing like our company had a future with Mr. Bronson, while also hacking and doing whatever it was Jacobian deigned to order me to do. It wasn’t grunt work and it was important, but God, it sucked. Granted, I would probably be less cranky once I graduated. I was in the top of my class, but because of everything going on with my pack, I hadn’t felt comfortable starting my senior internship until recently, which delayed getting my diploma. While Mahlan and Theo more than understood, it rankled me to feel like I was behind the rest of my classmates. Especially since to aid in my subterfuge, I had to bat my eyes and laugh at the milquetoast, tie-wearing human men in Mr. Bronson’s company. Gross. I finished sucking down my adult caffeinated milkshake and looked over the numbers in one of the eighty billion excel sheets I had in front of me. But that lasted maybe three minutes before I loaded up my proxy server to see if I could hack into another department’s group chat. I figured that would be the easiest way to get info without being blatant about it. The thing was, every department had their own group chat where they would message each other about unofficial information or quick tasks. They also let their walls down a little, and shared plenty of personal information they didn’t realize could be used against them. I could probably ask and get my way in there with some excuse or another, but I wanted to save that tactic as a last resort. The more people thought I was just some hottie with a body, the more I could get away with. It also would have been easier if I had any sort of group chat at all. HR had told me all about them when I’d first started consulting, while Lyssa was doing her corporate sabotage thing. But they also explained that I wouldn’t get one, since I was a freelance worker and not an official employee with a team. I wasn’t really one for office chitchat, but it was so lonely. I was isolated from my pack, isolated from the other workers unless I was fake flirting with them. All in all, it was bringing me down. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if I hadn’t moved for college. But even residing just a half hour away from the heart of the city had me feeling separated from so many of the people I grew up with and loved. I still went on runs, of course, and still called and texted my friends, but it just wasn’t the same. It was far from high school, where I’d been relatively well-liked and part of the homecoming court. “Come on, work with me, my dude,” I grumbled to my computer, monkeying around with the security as best I could without tripping anything up. I didn’t want to get caught with my pants down, as it were. If only I had the skills that Jacobian did. He was a large part of why I’d even sought out the internship in the first place, even though the commute was rough. He was well-known throughout not just our pack but also rival ones for his expertise with all things computers, including hacking. Many shifters didn’t feel comfortable with technology, even in my generation, but he was completely at ease. I’d always admired him through and through. But maybe there was a reason they say to never meet your heroes. It wasn’t that he was…bad, per se. But he was very reserved, and also exacting—he was more meticulous than my grandmother when it came to making moon-water tea. I always felt like I was failing him, which drove my type-A personality up the wall. I wanted to impress, but I just didn’t feel up to snuff. Ugh. Frustrated, I shut down my keystroke program, connection server, and everything else before I packed up my laptop and headed to the coffee shop right across the street. Should I have another dose of sugar, caramel syrup, and caffeine? No. But I was young, and a wolf, so I would burn it off just by existing. Hey, there had to be some benefit from all the stress of being a shifter lately. And while I didn’t know if the ability to guzzle liquid sugar made up for the kidnappings and killings, it wasn’t a bad consolation prize. Thankfully no one stopped me on my way out, which was unusual. Davidson from the third floor, Smith on the fourth, or sometimes even Connor on the ground floor would typically stop me to try flirting, the talk usually revolving around sports or the holidays. Boring. Not that I had anything against humans. After all, I had plenty