ANMELDENLauraHis 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
SamMoonlight sliced through the clouds, casting a cold silver glow.Edda's voice broke the silence, low and cautious. "Alpha, one more thing."I turned my head, nodding for him to go on.He opened another file. "Before joining us, Laura worked at Marui Technology as a project assistant. The R&D director, Tuva, was unusually attentive. He publicly defended her multiple times."My fingers froze, eyes icing over. "Tuva?" I repeated, the name bitter on my tongue.Edda nodded. "He's the Alpha of the northern Heiser Pack, not someone to underestimate. He stayed in contact with Laura after she left, even quietly funding Ryan's medical bills."My pupils narrowed, a savage rage churning inside.So that's how it was.No wonder Laura survived alone with a kid. No wonder she brushed off my help. Another Alpha was in the picture, some bastard daring to touch what was mine."They still in touch?" My voice dripped with fury.Edda paused. "Last week, Tuva made a private deposit to St. Marian for
SamI stared at the sealed letter in my hand, fingers nearly crushing the paper. The ink was still wet, the words cold and ruthless: Forcibly retrieve Laura and her son Ryan. If necessary, use the child to compel the mother to fulfill pack breeding duties.The elders' crimson seal glared back, bold as blood. My eyes burned—maybe my obsession with Laura had been too obvious, tipping them off.The night pressed heavy outside, but I felt no chill, just rage boiling in my chest. They dared target Laura and Ryan? Those old bastards knew she'd left the pack, hid her identity to live a normal life. And still, they wouldn't leave her alone.I snapped the letter shut, my eyes flashing gold. My Alpha instincts roared, urging me to claim Laura and Ryan, to shield them completely. But reason clamped down hard. Not yet.Laura was still wary of me. If I moved too fast, she'd bolt again. The elders were sneaky—they wouldn't strike openly. They'd wait for her weakest moment, like Ryan's next treatmen
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