The Cursed Alpha

The Witch of Artemia was seated on a large bed in an ornately decorated tent. The war had finally ended, and now she could focus on what she wanted. Her lips stretched into a wide smile at that thought.“Madam, Alpha Alaric is here to see you.” A young girl said, entering the tent. She walked straight up to the witch and stood bowing her head. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I have to do so many preparations!” She said, jumping up and looking around the tent. Everything was in its place, yet she didn’t seem satisfied.

Jamie rang up the reception and said, “Send the candidates in one by one after ten minutes.”Then he disconnected the call without waiting for her reply. Jamie drew in a few deep breaths and sat down. This was the first time he was assigned the job of choosing someone. He wanted to do it well. Who knows he could even get a raise if he chose the right candidate.He went over all the qualities req

Jamie was appalled when he saw a lanky girl walk in through the door. Her hair was disheveled, he sweaty clothes clung to her body. Her cheekbones were clearly visible and dark circles shadowed her sunken eyes. She looked just a tad bit better than the beggar on the street.“Can the day get any worse?” Jamie muttered as he eyed her from top to bottom. His face scrunched in disgust as he saw the broken strap of her flip-flops. He didn’t even bother to ask her why she was here. He took out his cell phone and rang up the security guards, “Do you guys have no F****** sense? Why did you let a beggar stroll into our