Magnolia stared at the gold nameplate that was placed in front of her.

She did not have to turn it around to see that it was her name that was engraved in big bold letters on it. They even used the Castellar font, something that she always associated with power and position. Since she had already assumed the worst, she knew that something like what is happening now was bound to happen any time soon. As much as it pained her to do so, she grabs the nameplate. It was cold to the touch; her new office was air-conditioned after all. That thought made her scrunch her nose, everything was fitting for an Alpha. It annoyed her, like how anything related to Alphas had in the past.

Flipping the nameplate over was a challenge. Flipping it would mean seeing her name and making everything a reality. She could not quite accept yet the challenges that would enter her life. Living as an Omega was a simple life. And a simple life was all she wished for. She was not the type of woman who wished to reach for the stars, she was content with just staring up at them from afar. She was content with living the way she did in the past. The past where she did not have to put an effort and those around her would understand, she was an Omega. And no one expected much from Omegas.

And that was the problem. She was an Omega. Was. Past tense. Not anymore.

Now, she was an Alpha. What a sour thought that was. As an Alpha, she was expected by the community to excel in almost everything. She had no excuse now; she must make an effort. Groaning, she leans back into her seat, which was plush and colored a deep burgundy. It was one of those office chairs that someone could accidentally fall asleep on if they were not careful. Which made her more annoyed. Her office chair when she was only a secretary was hard and did not have the ability to lean back. Which did not at all bother her. She was only expected to stay for 8 hours, after all, answering calls, smiling at visitors, and collecting documents. That was all she had to do.

It had occurred to her that the office chair for someone who was newly promoted as the Supervising Literary Agent meant that they needed that chair. It was all simple ergonomics. When she was a secretary, she did not need the type of chair that can lean back down and was soft to the touch. Now that she is someone that people look up to, people with subordinates, she had no choice but to stay late. She had no choice but to stay late and in the free time that she has, she could only rest on the plush office chair that was colored a deep burgundy.

Magnolia rolls her eyes, leaning her head back further. Staring at the ceiling did not bring her any sort of clarity. It did not bring her some sense of peace. She pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing as she did. The door handle moves, and it creaks open with a knock. With her eyes still closed, the scent of whoever entered fills the room almost immediately. It was all too familiar. And when the owner of the scent spoke, she realized why that was, “Alpha, huh?”

“Don’t start,” Magnolia replies almost instantly. The sound of her former fellow secretary igniting her anger once more. Opening her eyes, she sees Felix crouched down in front of her mahogany table, staring at the gold nameplate that has her name engraved on it. “It still makes me cringe.”

Felix’s hair was disheveled and he looked like he just woke up from a great nap, and he probably did. When Magnolia was a secretary, she was given a fully paid hour break. Something that she missed terribly. Omegas were not even expected to return after the hour finishes, they were expected to be slow after all. It took her all of her willpower not to have a fit when she saw her schedule. She was expected to work 8 hours a day and was only given a 30-minute break. Had Alphas always lived like this? As if the whole company would fail if they were given an extra 30 minutes to recuperate and digest whatever they will be having for lunch. The only bright side was that her pay would triple from what she was paid as an Omega.

“I always guessed it, Mags.” Her friend says, standing abruptly.

Felix leans down, dusting the dirt that had clung to his corduroy pants. Standing at a great 6’5, he looked more Alpha than he did Beta. Especially with his brown curls that seemed to bounce whenever he moved his head. However, he missed the certain aura and pheromone that came with being an Alpha. That is why his assumption made her raise one of her eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity. “I mean, have you seen what you looked like? Omegas look dainty and sweet, and tiny.”

Magnolia did not have to be told twice that she did not look like an Omega.

She had been reminded that at such a young age. With long black hair that always looked silky no matter what she did, with a straight nose that others were jealous of, and with milky skin that was free from scars or blemishes, she was a beauty. Something that annoyed her terribly. Whenever she announced that she was an Omega, fluttering her long lashes as she did, she would get curious glances and sounds of disbelief. She knew she was attractive; most werewolves were. The thing that made her skin crawl was that her face was something that most wolves feared, not the thing that most wolves were comfortable with.

Magnolia had been born with eyes that resembled a feline, despite being a werewolf. With her long lashes and her onyx eyes, she looked as if she would pounce any minute. She would, but she would not just pounce on anybody in public. Adding the fact that she rarely smiled, except when needed, she really could bring men to their knees and bring women to tears. Not that she was accustomed to sadness, it just was not worth the effort, fake smiling every single minute of the day. Anything that took more effort than needed, annoyed her to the core.

She had already accepted the fact that she would be annoyed for the rest of her life as an Alpha.

“Are you my new secretary now?” Magnolia asks, changing the subject. Felix’s demeanor changed then, squirming where he stood. The man was easy to read, especially for someone like her. He looked uncomfortable and anxious, and that was never a good sign. She had worked with him in the past, and he was always confident. That is why she had assumed he would be a fitting Alpha, despite being classified as a Beta. Narrowing her eyes, she did her best to stare straight into his hazel ones. Not that it worked, he did all he could to avert her gaze. Whatever the answer to that question, she knew that it would make her life harder than it already was. “Felix?”

He clears his throat, loosening his tie. “Well…you’re a literary agent. There weren’t that many openings when your new classification came in. That nameplate does say that you’re the Supervising Literary Agent, but it’s just a title. You’re still only just a literary agent, just with a fancy office, a fancy chair, a fancy nameplate, and a fancier pay.”

“Okay,” She drawled, looking at the sweat that was forming on Felix’s forehead. “Then why do you look so anxious?”

“Literary Agents don’t have secretaries, Mags.”

She answers in a deadpan tone, her lips in a straight line. “I’m expected to do all this alone.”

Felix gave her a smile that said, she was correct. She was expected to do all her job’s responsibilities and duties alone. He did not have to open his mouth and give her an answer, it was written all over his eyes that he would enjoy every minute of her working her ass off. It was not that she was lazy, it was just that when she was an Omega, she had more time to do what she wanted. She had more time to laze about and focus on what she truly wanted to do.

And that was to read and to write. That was the whole reason why she had applied for a position in a publishing company in the first place. She wanted to know the company’s inside and outs so that when her novel is finished, she would be able to send the manuscript in peace. Now, that will not happen. Being a writer is not one of the jobs that are expected of an Alpha. A writer is more of a Beta and Omega’s work.

“Ugh,” She groans, dropping face-first on her mahogany table. “This sucks balls.”

Felix was a true friend, he laughed at her obvious distress.