Chapter 203: The Misunderstanding at the Front Desk
Chapter 203: The Misunderstanding at the Front Desk
(Olivia’s POV)
I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my professional composure despite Helen’s dismissive attitude. Her assumption that I was just another lovesick she–wolf chasing after Connor irritated my wolf, but I forced
myself to remain calm.
“Little she–wolf, I’m here to see him on official business, not what you’re thinking,” I said firmly, adjusting my
grip on the leather portfolio.
Helen scoffed coldly, her eyes full of disdain as she looked me up and down. “If you have real business, why
didn’t you make an appointment in advance? Don’t try to fool me.”
She leaned back in her chair with obvious superiority. “I know you’re deliberately carrying that file bag to
pretend you have legitimate business so I’ll let you in. That trick is outdated – everyone’s used it to death.”
I blinked in surprise, suddenly understanding the situation. Many female werewolves must frequently use the
pretense of business meetings to see Connor Rivers, making the front desk staff extremely vigilant.
Rather than getting angry, I found the young receptionist’s dedication to her job amusing. A small smile tugged at my lips as I decided to tease her a bit.
Helen noticed my expression and mistook it for smugness. “You think this is funny? Let me tell you something I was previously deceived by such tactics and nearly lost my job for letting someone through.”
Her voice grew more defensive. “I was only saved by my cousin Marcus Shaw who works as the Alpha’s special assistant. He vouched for me when the Alpha was furious about the security breach.”
She straightened in her chair, pride evident in her voice. “I know the Alpha is very handsome and attracts many she–wolves. Honestly, you’re very beautiful too, but the Alpha doesn’t like your type.”
Helen’s confidence grew as she continued. “The Alpha has countless dream girls, and neither you nor I have a
chance. He’s way out of our league.”
My amusement faded slightly at her presumptuous assessment, but I remained curious about her
perspective.
“Besides,” Helen added with a knowing look, “the Alpha already has Alpha Miranda. She’s the powerful Luna
heiress of the Blackwood pack who runs a major werewolf corporation. Now that’s the kind of she–wolf who
belongs with our Alpha.”
When Helen mentioned Miranda Blackwood as Connor’s supposed romantic interest, my smile faded
completely. My tone turned cold despite my efforts to remain neutral.
“Alpha Miranda?” I repeated, my voice carefully controlled.
“Yes, Miranda Blackwood. She’s been coming here regularly for pack business meetings,” Helen said proudly, as if sharing insider information. “She’s sophisticated, successful, and perfect for an Alpha like Connor
Rivers.”
At that moment, my phone rang with an incoming call. I glanced at the screen and saw Frank Langley’s name
displayed.
A mischievous idea struck me. I answered the call but immediately handed the phone to the confused receptionist.
“It’s for you,” I said with a sweet smile.
Helen looked bewildered but took the phone hesitantly. “Hello?”
“Helen? Why do you have this number?” Frank’s familiar voice came through clearly. “I was trying to reach Miss Winters about urgent legal documents.”
Helen’s face went pale as she recognized her cousin’s voice. “Frank? I… there’s this she–wolf here claiming to have business with the Alpha, but I thought she was lying…”
“What she–wolf?” Frank’s voice sharpened with concern.
“She says she’s here about legal documents, but I figured it was just another excuse to see the Alpha,” Helen explained nervously.
There was a moment of stunned silence before Frank’s voice exploded through the phone. “Helen! Please tell me you didn’t just block Miss Winters from entering!”
Helen’s eyes widened in panic. “Miss Winters? But I thought…”
“You just stopped our Alpha’s Luna from entering!” Frank exclaimed, his voice rising with each word.
The conversation quickly turned chaotic as Frank realized his cousin had blocked the very person he was
trying to reach. Helen’s face drained of all color as the implications hit her.
“In panic, Frank continued over the phone. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? She’s not just anyone – she’s the Alpha’s intended mate!”
Meanwhile, Connor Rivers appeared in the hallway, having heard Frank’s raised voice through the pack’s
enhanced hearing. Instead of being angry, Connor’s expression softened with pleasure when he learned Olivia
had come to see him.
He approached Frank, who was still speaking frantically into the phone. “What’s this about my Luna being
downstairs?”
Frank looked up with relief and panic. “Alpha, my cousin Helen at the front desk didn’t recognize Miss Winters
and refused her entry.”
Connor’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Alpha’s Luna? That title sounds good. Use it from now on.”
Frank blinked in surprise at Connor’s pleased reaction. “Yes, Alpha. Should I go down and escort her up?”
“We’ll both go,” Connor decided, his mood noticeably brightened. “I want to personally escort her up.”
Back at the front desk, Helen stared at me with a complex expression, now understanding she had just
insulted the Alpha’s Luna. Her hands trembled as she held my phone.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were the Alpha’s Luna,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “I thought… I
mean, you don’t look like…”
I firmly interrupted her assumption. “Alpha’s Luna? I’m not.”
Helen’s confusion deepened. Despite my clear denial, she assumed I was angry about her earlier mention of
Miranda Blackwood and was deliberately rejecting the title out of spite.
“Please don’t be upset about what I said about Alpha Miranda,” Helen pleaded desperately. “I was just repeating office gossip. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
I shook my head, trying to correct her misunderstanding. “You don’t understand. I’m genuinely not Connor’s
Luna. We’re not mated.”
But Helen wasn’t listening to my explanations. Her fear had taken over completely.
The young receptionist sighed in despair, her shoulders slumping with defeat. She was convinced she had offended the Alpha’s Luna and would surely be fired.
“Even my cousin won’t be able to help me this time,” she whispered miserably. “I’ve really done it now.”
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