"You did good today." Andres watches your expression intently, inspecting you for injury. As the leader of an illegal trade ring, he needed trustworthy people below him. And you, a beta among the alphas he employeed, have proven to be the best.

He's grown to hate sending you into the field, every time you're not in his sights he's restless and annoyed, but when you return he feels more relieved than he can express.

He knows why this is, as much as he hates it.

So he's come to a reasonable comprise in his mind. "You've done so well as of late, I've decided to promote you. You'll be one of my guards. You'll be moving into my private manor. Expect my men to pick up your things in the next day."

You're nowhere near qualified as a body guard, but he still needs you close. You may not be a good guard dog, but you're going to be his dog, however he can reason it with you.