Mabel’s POV
“You want me to go as your assistant?” I blurted, my throat dry.
Zane’s brow lifted. “No. You’re going as my date.”
My jaw dropped. I nearly forgot how to breathe. “Your… date?”
He didn’t blink.
“What if someone from Silverwood shows up?” My voice shook. “What if they recognize me?”
Zane leaned back like it was nothing. “We’ll say you grew up with your grandparents before joining Stonebrook. Even if someone does recognize you, no one will dare touch you.”
Tyler’s mouth pressed tight before he spoke. “Are you sure that’s wise?”
The sharp look Zane shot him said enough. “Mabel comes with me. End of discussion.”
I froze in place. Part of me wanted to hide forever. Another part… wanted to stand beside him without fear. I hated the thought of peopl
Mabel’s POV“Are you alright, kitten?” Zane’s voice cut through the silence.I was curled on his lap, his arms locked around me like he’d never let go. The warmth of his chest should have calmed me, but my mind kept circling back to his talk with Alpha Gregory.Instead of answering, I blurted, “What if Lydia shows up at the event?”His arms tightened. “I don’t think she will. But if she does, I won’t let her touch you. Do you trust me?”My breath shivered out. “Yes. But… what if she recognizes me? What if that causes trouble for you or the pack?”“You don’t look like you did at the Silverwood pack,” he said. His tone was steady, matter-of-fact. “Even if she somehow figures it out, I’ll handle it. And one more thing.” He hesitated. “Lydia’s trying to come here in a week. I want you to know I hav
Mabel’s POV“Are you seriously answering that now?” I muttered against his lips, my chest still pressed to his.Zane smirked and kissed me once more before jerking his chin toward the desk. “You’re my assistant. Pick it up.”My head was spinning, and not only from the kiss. “Me?”His arms stayed locked around my waist, making it clear I wasn’t leaving his lap.“Right here is fine.”I sighed, stretching for the phone. He didn’t loosen his grip, and honestly, I didn’t mind. His warmth felt too good.My hand froze just above the receiver. “What do I even say?”He chuckled, low and rough. “Try… hello, this is Alpha Zane’s office.”I shot him a glare, heat rushing to my cheeks. He was teasing me. Answering phones wasn’t exactly on my list of life experiences. The last time I even touched one, Isabel accused me of stealing and slapped me. That memory still made my stomach tighten.I forced air into my l
Mabel’s POV“You want me to go as your assistant?” I blurted, my throat dry.Zane’s brow lifted. “No. You’re going as my date.”My jaw dropped. I nearly forgot how to breathe. “Your… date?”He didn’t blink.“What if someone from Silverwood shows up?” My voice shook. “What if they recognize me?”Zane leaned back like it was nothing. “We’ll say you grew up with your grandparents before joining Stonebrook. Even if someone does recognize you, no one will dare touch you.”Tyler’s mouth pressed tight before he spoke. “Are you sure that’s wise?”The sharp look Zane shot him said enough. “Mabel comes with me. End of discussion.”I froze in place. Part of me wanted to hide forever. Another part… wanted to stand beside him without fear. I hated the thought of peopl
Mabel’s POV“I can’t go to work like this.”I groaned, clutching the hem of Zane’s t-shirt. My legs were bare under it, and the memory of last night made my stomach twist.He wasn’t in bed. Only a folded note sat on his pillow, written in his clipped handwriting:I had to start my day early. When you’re ready for work, join me in the study. ~ZaneSo it really happened. Not just the kisses, not just his arms holding me close, but the part where my panties ended up missing. My cheeks burned at the thought.I forced myself out of bed. My first day as his assistant, and I was already late.By the bathroom door, a hanger waited. Light blue skirt, blazer, crisp white shirt, matching underwear. A pair of blue heels rested below. His note was short: I look forward to seeing you in this.I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. He thought of everything.The s
Mabel’s POV“You like it when I move like this, kitten?” Zane’s voice scraped low against my ear.I gasped and held on tighter, nails pressing into his back as his hips surged forward again. My eyes clamped shut, the world spinning, but I nodded anyway.“Say it,” he demanded, lifting his head so I couldn’t hide. His icy gaze locked on mine, sharp and blazing. “I need to hear you. Do you like this?”“Yes…” The word left me in a breath I barely owned.His lips curved. The sound that followed was a rough chuckle, deep and dangerous, and it dragged me straight back into him.I blinked up at him, dazed. His hair fell into his face, black strands catching the light. His mouth hovered over mine, swollen and tempting, his blue eyes burning. Everything about him felt sinful.He kissed me hard. His tongue moved with the rhythm of his hips, and I lost mysel
Mabel’s POV"Where’s the TV?" I asked, scanning Zane’s room.He set down a plate of chocolate cake on the low table, then walked over to the wall beside the fireplace. His palm pressed a wooden panel, and it slid open with a soft glide. A flat screen filled the space.My jaw dropped. "You’ve been hiding that here?""Only from you," he teased, handing me the remote. "And stop saying mine and yours. You’re sleeping here, kitten. This is our room."The word “our” froze me. The remote nearly slipped from my hand. Our room. Not his, not mine. Ours.I tried to steady my voice. "Then how is it our room if my clothes are still across the hall?"He grinned like he had already won. "Simple. We move them here."I opened my mouth to argue but shut it again. Pointless. With Zane, I never won.He dimmed the lights, grabbed two drinks from the minibar, and dropped onto the sofa