LOGINWhen Grant emerged from his quarters, he had shed his formal Alpha regalia for a casual white tunic and loose trousers. The change was startling; he looked years younger, like a high-ranking initiate ready to blow off steam on the training grounds.I, however, was busy calculating my escape. Being seen in the neutral territories with Grant Walker was a death sentence for my anonymity. What if a wandering scout or a pack-journalist caught us?"Let’s move," he commanded."Grant, is it wise? There are eyes everywhere in the Silverwood markets. If someone from the Consortium or a rival pack sees us together, the rumors will be impossible to kill." I tried to appeal to his sense of strategy.He didn't even blink. To an Alpha of his standing, the whispers of lesser wolves were background noise. "Let them look."I went silent. When an Alpha sets his scent on a path, you either follow or get dragged.The Great Forest Market was quiet, protected by ancient peace-wards. Most shifters were busy
I propped myself up on my elbows, staring at him. "You’re saying I’m moving into the Ridge? Permanently?""Is there a dispute?" he asked, his voice level.There was a massive dispute. Moving in meant our lives would be completely entwined. Every time I finished a rotation at the Walker Enterprises Tower, I’d be forced to face this moody glacier. Spending every waking hour with an Alpha who had the emotional range of a stone wall was a sure way to shave decades off my life.And then there was Brooke. She’d find out. What happened when they inevitably reconciled? Was I supposed to lurk in the guest wing and watch them play house?"Grant, I don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s... inconvenient. I promise, for the duration of our contract, I’ll be here the second you summon me. You don't need me under your roof.""Mars, are you trying to play the martyr again?" Grant’s brow furrowed. His command was sharp, leaving no room for negotiation. "I said move in. Don't make me repeat it.""Fine," I
I couldn't bring myself to mimic Brooke's tone, so I just focused on the road, pretending I hadn't heard his request.When we pulled up to the Healing Sanctum, I grabbed my pack, ready to offer a quick farewell and bolt. But Grant’s hand shot out, encircling my wrist."Wait. I’m coming in."I blinked. Grant Walker was going to meet my mother? "You don't need to waste your energy. She’s much more stable today."Before I could even finish my protest, he was already out of the car, hauling the lunar lilies and the crates of rare elixirs from the back seat. "Lead the way, Mars."I was cornered. I trudged into the sanctum, my mind racing. How was I supposed to explain a high-ranking Alpha CEO appearing at the bedside of an unranked analyst's mother?I prayed she was asleep. No such luck. When we entered, Mom was sitting up, animatedly discussing pack history with the head healer."Mars!" She beamed at the sight of me, but as her eyes drifted to the towering, powerful man looming behind me,
"I’m serious about this, Grant," I said, unable to mask the hunger in my voice. "Team 3 took a massive hit after the Westline Holdings disaster this cycle. Our end-of-year tributes and bonuses are basically non-existent. I see the SinoSuccess lands as our only path to redemption, and I want to be the one to claim them."If I could pull those territories into the Walker fold now, rescuing our reputation from the brink, Howard Pierce would finally have to look at me as an equal.Grant watched me for a long moment, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a ghost of a smirk. "The central tower is planning to pull a few elite analysts from the Prosperity Consortium for high-level fiscal training.""Can I go?" The question was out of my mouth before he even finished."Hmm. If you behave," he mused, "I might consider it.""Alpha, I will follow every command you give!"Was that even a question? Even without the training, I was bound to his word by contract—and by the sheer gravity of his
I immediately shot the idea down. "No way!""Did your friend mention if the Alpha is any good when the moon is up?" Jessa’s eyes danced with mischief; she lived for the pack’s whispered scandals. "If he’s all howl and no bite, tell him to cut his losses.""Not really," I replied instinctively, my face heating up as I remembered the weight of Grant’s grip the night before."So your friend did discuss the details with you?" Jessa leaned in, scenting the air for a slip-up. "Who is this mystery wolf? Don't leave me hanging.""Just... an old academy mate. You wouldn't know him." Afraid of exposing the truth, I pivoted hard. "I’ve pulled the frequency for the Lead Scout on the SinoSuccess project. Are you free to back me up at the meeting today?"Jessa looked genuinely pained. "I can't. The central office just greenlit the emergency mana-flow for Westline Holdings. I have to be there to stabilize the transition.""It’s fine. I’ll handle the hunt alone."I squared my shoulders, printed the l
Substitute.The word hung in the sterile air of the office like a death sentence. I stood frozen in the doorway of the Walker Enterprises Tower executive suite, my heart hammering against my ribs. Through the heavy oak door of the inner chamber, Grant’s voice had been unmistakable—cutting, cold, and final.He was explaining me to her. He was justifying the blood-bond to his "true mate."I felt like a jester in a tragedy. I had spent the last few days wondering why an Apex Alpha like Grant Walker would choose a low-ranked analyst like me. Now, staring at the back of Brooke Caldwell, it all clicked. The same jawline, the same messy dark hair, the same haunting amber in the eyes. I wasn’t a partner; I was a living shadow. He hadn't seen me in that hotel room or in his bed—he had seen a reflection of the lawyer standing before me.I didn't know whether to vomit or be grateful. If I wasn't a "Brooke-stand-in," my mother wouldn't have the credits for her ritual.Brooke turned, her lethal el







