The Wolf behind the desk
You belong to the wolf now," he growls, initiating a possessive claim that is ancient, fierce, and utterly non-negotiable.
Elara Kim spent nine years as the ice-cold CEO Rian Thorne’s executive assistant, dedicated to her job but desperate for freedom. When she finally submits her resignation, Rian's controlled facade shatters. His eyes turn to liquid gold, and she realizes her billionaire boss is a monster hiding in tailored wool.
Rian doesn’t just reject her notice—he rejects her autonomy. He forcibly promotes her and relocates her to a sealed luxury suite on the 65th floor, effectively turning her professional life into a gilded cage. Elara soon discovers the terrifying reason behind his possessiveness: she is his Anchor, the only thing preventing his inner wolf from consuming him entirely.
As the moon cycle approaches, Rian’s control fails, and he collapses, exposing his absolute, animalistic need for her touch. But when their forced intimacy draws the attention of rival packs who want the Anchor for themselves, Elara realizes her only chance for survival is to submit to the man who holds her captive.
She knows the cost of freedom is high. But the cost of staying could be her life.
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Chapter: The Unstable BargainRian’s panicked growl shattered my defiance.“The bond is visible, Elara. There are no more secrets. We leave this building now, or we both die.”His fear was absolute. It mirrored my own dread. I looked at the pulsing, accelerating blue line covering my arm. The shame of my captivity was instantly replaced by the raw terror of this irreversible change.“How do we leave?” I demanded. “The security breach is already on the system. They track everything.”Rian did not waste a second speaking. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the private elevator. The touch sent a jolt through the blue lines on my skin. He was moving with controlled, terrifying urgency.“Security is irrelevant now. We take the service elevator to the sub-level garage. My private exit is there.”We stepped into the small, sterile service elevator. Rian pressed the button for the deepest sub-level. He leaned against the cool steel wall, his chest heaving. His breathing was rapid. He was fighting the Change and the pa
Last Updated: 2025-12-10
Chapter: The Immediate ClaimMy heart sank as the man's voice cut through the thick door.“Thorne. We know you are here. We can sense the female. And we have come for what you stole from our territory.”I thought the only monster was Rian. I was wrong. There are others.The lock on the security door began to grind. Violently. The heavy sound echoed through the silent 65th floor. It sounded like metal protesting against immense, unnatural force.I stood frozen. I stared at the main security door. It was solid steel. It was designed to withstand siege.Rian’s voice, sharp and commanding, sliced through the intercom system from his suite.“Elara! Move away from the entrance! Now!”I scrambled back. I ran behind the large mahogany desk. I put a physical barrier between myself and the threat.The grinding stopped.There was a pause.Then a single, clean crack. The sound of the deadbolt snapping clean was terrifyingly simple.The steel door swung inward slowly.It revealed a man framed in the morning light. He was tall
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: Chapter 5: Sleeping with the Abyss The phone felt heavy in my hand. Rian had already hung up. The silence on the line was worse than the command itself. *Come to my bed.* Total, physical containment. My entire body went cold as I stared at the mahogany door between our suites. Behind it was Rian’s bedroom. Behind that, the containment room he warned me about. He was losing control. He said he could bring down the building. I believed him.I had two choices. Stay here and die when the room failed. Or walk straight into the heart of the storm. I chose the storm.I approached the connecting door. I didn’t hesitate. I swiped the electronic key card he had given me. The lock clicked open with a quiet, expensive sound. His room was vast and cold, filled with dark colors and glass. The bed dominated the space, massive and industrial. Reinforced steel. Bolted to the ground. Chains hanging from the frame. He had planned for total failure. He had planned for restraint.Rian wasn’t in the containment room. He was on the bed. He w
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter 4: The Scent of ControlI had only a second to decide. My pulse hammered against the grip on my wrists. I saw the amber fire in his eyes. A pure, desperate need terrified me. I chose survival. I had to. The fear of being torn apart was immediate. The fear of failing to escape him was secondary.Slowly, carefully, I raised my free hand. I did not look at his teeth. I kept my focus on the veins cording his powerful neck. My fingers found the damp hair at the back of Rian's head. I pressed my palm flat against his burning skin. The effect was instant. Shocking. The pressure in the air seemed to equalize.The violent shaking that had taken his body stopped. The desperate tremor vanished. The intense heat radiating off him dropped slightly. The pressure on my wrists softened. It became a heavy, immovable hold. He held me captive, but the immediate threat of violence receded. He stayed pressed against me, motionless, breathing in deep, ragged bursts against my neck. He pulled my scent in deeply. The heavy, musky s
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Anchor I did not sleep. I stayed on the window seat all night with the leather journal open on my lap. All I heard was the low, steady panting coming through the wall from Rian’s suite. The sound was wrong. Animals. Controlled only by force.The journal wasn’t about finance. It was a record of chaos. Desperation. All written in Rian Thorne’s aggressive handwriting.I reread the entry from nine years ago. *The control is failing again. The scent is overwhelming. I almost lost it on the 55th floor… Thorne Sr. warned me about the first Change. The hunger. The feral need. She is the only thing that filters the noise. She must stay close. She is the anchor.*“Anchor?” I whispered. The word tasted like ownership and dependence mixed together. He didn’t just control me. He depended on me. He needed me to stay sane.I flipped ahead. The next entries were short bursts. *Scent rising.* *Too close to the full moon.* *I need her proximity.*The last entry, two days old, clenched my stomach. *She tried t
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: Chapter 2: Resignation in disguise of Promotion Rian’s hand shot forward.It moved fast.His fingers slammed into the solid marble statue beside me.The entire structure exploded into white dust.I am dead.This is the end.I froze.The sound rang in my bones.Shards scattered across the polished floor.Rian’s breath came harsh.His amber eyes were feral.Instinct took over.Nine years of survival pushed me.I dropped low.I spun away.My knees shook.Survival.Just survive.My feet carried me toward the door.“Stop.”His voice was a low, fractured snarl.I did not stop.I yanked the door open.I stumbled into the silent reception area.Get out.Get safe.He is a killer.“Miss Kim.”Rian’s marble-crushing hand shot toward my space.The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.I am dead.He is a monster.Nine years of avoiding his explosions saved me.I dropped low again.I spun on my heel.His fingers slammed onto the desk corner.They missed me.The wood shrieked.The air smelled thick with ozone.“Stop,” Rian commanded.The feral layering was gone.Hi
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
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