Chapter 13

Black's POV

I hung up the phone and closed my laptop.

Sometimes, it frustrated me that my employees were human beings. If they were all members of my wolf pack, Mind-Link would be a more convenient way of communication.

I looked up and noticed that the light in the study had dimmed. Turned out it was already dusk.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't heard Yvette's voice for a long time.

When I turned around, I saw her standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The reflecting afterglow created a natural oil painting.

Yvette stood there in a watercolor silk dress, simple yet elegant. She blended in perfectly with the scenery out the windows, her long hair falling over her shoulder, covering part of her delicate face.

I had seen many beauties, both human and werewolf. But none had given me this feeling.

I stood up silently from my desk and walked toward her. As I came closer, I noticed that she was staring blankly into space as if her soul had drifted away, leaving only her body.

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