
My Roomate Is A Alpha Lycan
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After being kicked out of her flat for late rent payment, Aleena Garvin accepts an offer from her boss to live with a wealthy guy. She thinks he's human, but he's a Lycan. Aleena thought her life would be exemplary after she got a new flat. But she was wrong. After she meets Arseto Senna, the past she's trying to leave behind slowly emerges, dragging her back to the point where she has to face a reality she's been avoiding for so long. About the death of her mother. Her housemate is not only a wealthy guy but also the Alpha Pack. Also, we are all the countless lies people have kept from her.
Chapter 1. The Expulsion
"Mommy?" the small voice echoed from the car that lay on its side.
Blood streamed from her injured temple as she reached out for the one she called Mommy, who never responded.
The little girl's hand shook, and the pain from her injuries, along with the blood that kept oozing from the gash, made her vision blurrier. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline mixed with smoke.
"Mommy, please, wake up," she murmured, her lips quivering and tears streaming down her face as she caught sight of her mother’s face hidden beneath her hair.
The little girl noticed her mom's hands were injured, and her head was slumped against the steering wheel, blood dripping from her head, nose, and ears. She cried out, reaching for her, but there was no answer; her mom just lay there, completely still. The pungent smell of gasoline and smoke filled the air, making her cough as she spotted sparks from the hood.
"Mommy?! Mommy—“
Just as she spoke, someone yanked her hand to pull her out of the car. She reached for her mom's hand, but someone held her back right before the car went up and exploded.
***
Aleena jolted awake at the blaring horn of a car behind her, realizing the light had switched to green.
Zooming through the streets of Manhattan on her trusty old scooter, she felt the night air rush.
It's a myth that Manhattan's streets are packed with cars 24/7. Most nights, she cruises down a deserted road, returning from the bar. And honestly, even as a woman, Aleena Garvin didn’t feel an ounce of fear.
This is way more than she expected. Aleena should've headed home a few hours back, but when her friend unexpectedly didn’t show up for work that night, she had to step in and cover the shift.
So, she ended up getting home earlier than usual. It was supposed to be a time for her to catch some good sleep and drift off into sweet dreams before her next shift. Sadly, that’s not happening today.
Riding her old scooter, Aleena cruised through the quiet streets of Manhattan, which felt like a scene straight out of the horror movies she loves to watch. Thankfully, this isn’t her first late-night ride home, and she’s never had any scary encounters that put her in danger.
She knew the city had its share of criminal activity, but what was there to fear? The Wolf Warriors were everywhere, ensuring safety and the laws were pretty tight, especially in the Yellow Storm Pack.
As Aleena zipped around on her old scooter, she looked around. This clunky ride was her only real asset after losing her job. She was struggling financially, too broke to even dream about dining at a fancy restaurant tomorrow, enjoying black caviar, or sipping wine at a high-end bar like the one she used to work at.
As Aleena walked along the damp, dark sidewalks and narrow alleys, she noticed a few people curled up near a drum that served as a makeshift fireplace, its flames flickering brightly. With October rolling in and the chill in the air, she realized that a drum filled with fire was their best bet for staying warm through the winter months.
Living in Manhattan's glitz and glamour wasn't Aleena's reality. She was just a clerk at a fancy bar, earning a modest salary. Thankfully, the tips from the patrons helped her cover the steep rent for her midtown apartment, which wasn’t cheap.
Even though there were times when none of the guests tipped her, it was tough for Aleena to gather enough money to cover her rent debts. Still, it was the only place she could truly call home and dream about a better future.
When she finally arrived at her flat, she found all her belongings strewn outside—her toothbrush, toothpaste, and shampoo bottles were scattered around like trash, along with suitcases, towels, and a mess of dirty clothes and shoes.
Aleena paused beside the pile, trying to organize her stuff. She desperately picked up her clothes, pants, and even underwear that someone had carelessly tossed out.
Aleena was in a frenzy, looking around and shouting, "What’s going on this? Why are my stuff out here?" She was totally lost and realized she was all alone.
Spotting her suitcase, she yanked it open and started shoving her clothes inside without even folding them. Her hands shook as she crammed everything in, overwhelmed and on the verge of tears.
Aleena tried to cram all her stuff into the box, but it wasn’t working out. The suitcase was on the verge of breaking from all the pressure she put on it.
She had been living in the flat for about a year. Until recently, she always paid her rent on time, but now she had to face the fact that her finances were tight because of other obligations.
She thought he would be sympathetic when she explained her situation to the landlord in the first month. Instead, she ended up getting kicked out in a really embarrassing way.
No one would likely bother to take his stuff if it was just sitting on the doorstep, even if they didn’t see it as trash.
“D*mn! What am I supposed to do with all this? Who messed with my things?” she muttered to herself.
But Aleena couldn’t vent her frustrations, no matter how mad she was. Who else was there to complain to? She was all by herself in that spot.
Every flat door on the side was tightly closed. As if no one cared or realized that his belongings were already outside like this?
"D*mn it!"
Aleena thinks this comes from her flat owner, who's probably ticked off because she's been late on rent for two months. Usually, she’s always on time, but lately, she’s struggled to get tips at the bar.
She had asked the owner for a break on the rent, and they agreed that she had two weeks to pay up. So, she’s left wondering why this is happening now.
Feeling really down, Aleena kept packing her stuff into her suitcase, tossing anything she couldn’t take into the trash downstairs throughout the night.
She was stuck with no options and couldn’t get into her apartment, so her only move was to leave and search for a new home.
At that moment, Aleena was dealing with three significant issues: she was tired, hungry, and broke. Plus, she didn’t have anywhere to go after this.
As she dragged her suitcase to the nearby scooter, Aleena thought about crashing at a motel for the night and figured she’d plan her next steps for the following day.
"Three hundred dollar, what am I supposed to do with just this?" he murmured.
It’s also not an option for her to crash at a co-worker's place for the night. It’s too risky and annoying since Aleena has no idea how long she’ll have this money to find a new apartment.
After mulling it over in the parking lot, Aleena finally decides to hit the bar and spend the night there. Sure, she might catch some heat from her bosses, but that’s way better than sleeping on the streets, at least for tonight.
Chapter 2. I’am not a thief
The sign for Weinheinz Bar, where Aleena worked, was brightly lit, and she could see her boss's office still glowing inside. After parking her electric scooter, she took a deep breath and noticed the parking lot was empty. It used to be filled with cars, but now it was just her boss's vehicle and a Porsche GT3, likely left behind by a guest who had too much to drink to call a cab.
Aleena stepped inside, dragging a big suitcase packed with clothes. The front lights were off, but she figured the employee access door must be unlocked since her boss's room was still lit.
Feeling a bit brave, she decided to check it out. Just as she was nearing her boss's room to ask if she could crash there for the day until she found a new place, she heard her boss shouting at the top of his lungs. Whoever he was yelling at definitely startled her.
"Don't even start with the ethics talk, seriously! You really think you can explain to her that this is all on her