LOGINSam"Damn it!" I kicked a trash can, the metal clang echoing in the quiet lobby.Edda rushed from the elevator, paling at my state. "Alpha, what happened?"I didn't answer, staring at the elevator display. It stopped on Laura's floor and didn't move."Alpha?" Edda edged closer."Get everyone back to work," I snapped. Edda turned, waving off the gawking staff. "Back to your desks! No loitering!"The lobby cleared fast, leaving me alone, staring at the cold elevator doors, anger and helplessness crashing like waves.The next few days were torture.Laura worked like normal, handling tasks with even more efficiency. She attended meetings, took perfect notes, answered emails promptly, and nailed every assignment.On the surface, everything was fine. But she wouldn't look at me.Whenever I tried to catch her eye, she'd be buried in files, glued to her screen, or chatting with colleagues. Her deliberate avoidance fueled my frustration."Mr. Sam, about the project budget..." Laura stood by t
SamI sat in my office, fingers tapping the desk, staring at the report Edda handed me. "It's confirmed?" My voice was low, heavy with authority."Yes, Alpha," Edda replied respectfully. "Surveillance shows Matthew, the ex-employee, slipped something into Laura's coffee the day of the fight. We got the lab results—it's a potent wolf aphrodisiac, black-market stuff."My fingers froze. The air in the office seemed to solidify. Matthew—that piece of trash I fired for spreading rumors about Laura."How'd he get in the building?""Used a friend's keycard, snuck in during the after-work rush," Edda said. "Looks like he wanted revenge on Laura."Rage surged, my eyes burning with a killing intent so raw it felt solid. "So his plan was to make Laura lose control in the office, slap her with a slut label."The thought of that bastard using such a lowlife trick on her made my blood boil. If I hadn't been there last night, if another Alpha had found her in that state..."Alpha?" Edda watched me
LauraHis words stabbed deep. Even at my weakest, most desperate, he was protecting me from my own impulses.He kissed my forehead, light as a feather, heavy with restraint. "I know, baby," he whispered, voice shaking. "But I love you, so I can't."The heat wouldn't stop, threatening to swallow me. I thrashed, begged, but he held me, wrapping me tighter in his jacket, unmoving as my tears soaked his shirt.Time blurred. Hours, maybe longer. Sam held me, letting me fight, kissing my forehead, repeating, "I'm here, Laura. I'm not leaving."The torment lasted all night, my body craving release, but Sam's iron will shielded me from myself.Finally, the heat faded. My body relaxed, consciousness slipping. Before I passed out, I felt his gentle touch and his whisper, "Sleep, baby. It'll be okay."—--When I stirred, I wasn't in Sam's apartment. The familiar scent told me I was home, tucked into my bed, a soft blanket over me.My body was weak, eyelids heavy, but I sensed someone by the bed
SamHer movements stopped, eyes icing over. She stood, looming over me, green eyes blazing. "Sam, you got something twisted.""What?""My love life, my past, my future—none of your damn business," she said, each word sharp as a blade.I narrowed my eyes. "Not my business?""Nope." She stayed cold, distant. "You're not my Alpha, not my mate, not Ryan's dad. We've got nothing but that fucked-up night."I stood, pain ripping through my wounds, but I didn't care. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. "Then why's your body still wired for me? Why do you shake when I touch you?"Her breath quickened, but she lifted her chin, defiant. "That's just wolf instinct, not you.""Instinct?" I chuckled, thumb brushing her pulse, feeling it race. "Then why's your heart pounding?"She yanked her hand back, stepping away, eyes flashing with anger and a hint of panic. "Because you make me sick!"Her words cut deep. I went quiet, then laughed. "Laura, you're adorable when you lie."Her fingers tremble
SamA wolf's healing kicks in fast. Barely a day later, the cut on my lip was gone, but the taste of blood mixed with Laura's lingering scent kept pulling me back to that kiss. She bit me, sure, but her body trembled—anger, resistance, yet unable to fully deny instinct. That contradiction made her irresistible.I leaned back in my chair, her emerald eyes flashing in my mind, stubborn and fragile, just like that full moon night seven years ago.My thoughts shifted to Edda's report. Had she been with another wolf? Let another Alpha touch her? The mere idea sparked a vicious rage in my chest.I reached for the intercom, ready to summon her again, when a blaring alarm ripped through the building."What the hell?" I shot to my feet, voice cold as ice. The security chief's panicked voice crackled through. "Mr. Sam, intruders! They're too fast—we can't stop them—"Before he finished, the floor-to-ceiling window exploded.Three shadows vaulted in, claws glinting in the moonlight. The leader
LauraThe next day, a fancy gift box sat on my desk, tied with a blue ribbon. No name, but I knew it was him. Like the anonymous roses last week, or the limited-edition perfume in my drawer two days ago.Isabella leaned over, winking. "Another one? What's it this time?"I opened it, face blank. A designer bracelet, a tiny wolf-head charm glinting. Expensive as hell."Whoa!" Isabella whistled. "Big spender. Why not just say yes to him?""He and I are nothing," I snapped, slamming the box shut and shoving it deep in my drawer."Come on, the whole office sees he's got it bad for you," she teased, voice low. "Keep saying no, and he'll probably propose in front of everyone.""Isabella!" I cut her off, sharper than intended. "That's not funny."She blinked, raising her hands. "Alright, chill." But as she turned, I caught her muttering, "You're totally into him..."I bit my lip, frustration boiling.Sam's moves were getting bolder, and the office's misconceptions grew worse. Every gift I ret
Jaxon The afternoon air is thick with the metallic scent of sweat and cut grass.I run through the practice drill, my arm snapping forward and launching a tight spiral thirty yards down the field.The ball rockets through the air, landing right in the corner of the end zone, where my receiver wou
Natalie “You are gonna poke a hole in his face if you keep staring at him like that.” Freda’s voice slams me from behind, and I turn around, hand on my heart.“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”Standing in the doorway, my best-friend-slash-roommate holds grocery bags in one hand and a gym bag slung ov
NatalieDominant in the field. A fiend with the spirals. Unstoppable.The words glow on my laptop screen, stark against a high-resolution photo of Jaxon Wolfgang. I should be focusing on the next article, the one hyping him as the greatest comeback story in the league at the age of nineteen, but my
Amelia“You will always be alone, Amelia.”I draw in a sharp breath and feel the harsh burn in my lungs as I run. But I don’t stop. I can’t.The voice slithers through the trees, cold and filled with venom. “No one will ever love you. You don’t belong anywhere.”The woods blur around me with thick







