Chapter 3

I couldn't help but stare.

The man was tall—at least six-foot-three—with a face that looked like it was sculpted by a classical artist.

A silver Porsche Cayenne was idling at the corner of the alley. A driver sat inside, clearly waiting for him.

I was about to walk away when he suddenly turned. Our eyes locked.

He froze for a second, then immediately strode over to me.

"Are you Emily?"

I looked at him, confused. "Do I know you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, his eyes swept over me from head to toe. He reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a sleek business card, and handed it to me.

"I'm Mason. I need a private nanny to take care of my younger sister. Are you interested?"

I looked down at the card. *Mason Gray, CEO of Gray Enterprises.*

Everyone in the city knew Gray Enterprises.

It belonged to the most powerful pack in the territory. Rumor had it that the CEO was an incredibly powerful, arrogant Alpha.

My expression turned cautious. "Alpha Gray, I..."

"Ten thousand dollars a month."

Hearing the salary, my brain short-circuited. "I'll do it."

You had to understand, most werewolves despised hiring humans. Finding a high-paying human nanny job was practically impossible. Since Alpha Gray didn't mind my human status, I wasn't about to let this goldmine slip away.

The next day, I arrived at the Gray estate.

Mason opened the door himself. He was wearing gray athletic wear, looking like he had just returned from a run.

Seeing me standing outside the ornate iron gates, he unlocked them and led me inside.

The estate was massive. It took a solid eight minutes just to walk from the gates to the front double doors.

I kept my guard up, quietly watching him from behind. What if this billionaire was some kind of creep lured me into his mansion?

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice him stop.

*Thud.*

I crashed face-first into his broad, rock-solid back. The impact made my nose throb painfully.

"I am so sorry, Alpha Gray! I... I didn't mean to!" I apologized, clutching my aching nose.

Mason turned around, looking like he was at the end of his rope.

"Do you seriously think I’m going to do something to you?"

I blinked, looking a bit disappointed. "You're not?"

Mason let out a frustrated laugh. He raised a hand as if he wanted to flick my forehead, but restrained himself.

"Stop calling me Alpha Gray. Look at me. Do you really not know who I am?"

I stepped closer, studying his face, and shook my head. "No. Should I?"

"Unbelievable..."

"Seriously, I don't know you! I'm just a nanny. There's no way I'd know a high-profile billionaire like you. Maybe you have the wrong girl."

I knew a ten-thousand-a-month job was too good to be true. The hot CEO probably had terrible eyesight and mistook me for someone else.

Mason gritted his teeth, a dark, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. "Emily. Say you don't know me one more time. I dare you."

The temperature in the room instantly plummeted. His Alpha aura was suffocating.

I shrank back, my eyes locked onto his sharp, handsome features.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind. A face covered in angry, red scars from wolf-venom poisoning...

If you removed those scars...

My eyes widened in sheer terror. The puzzle pieces clicked together. I turned on my heel and bolted for the door.

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