Contract Wife Of The Lycan CEO

Elara POV"I'm home!" I called out as the heavy door swung open.I stepped into the dark entryway and turned to shut the wind and rain outside. The door closed with a soft click. The house felt warm, but my arms were shaking from the cold."Darian? Sorelle?" I called, stepping onto the wooden floor of the front hallway. "I finished early today! I brought the things we talked about!"No one answered from the front room. Down the hall, near the back of the house, plastic blocks tumbled onto the carpet. Then came a little girl's laugh."Look at that!" June shouted from the playroom. "It fell all the way down!"I smiled and hung my wet coat on the brass hook by the door. Hearing June laugh always made me feel better after a long day. I wiped my shoes on the rug and adjusted the brown paper bag under my arm.Inside was a heavy blue textbook titled Introductory Accounting and Business Methods. It had cost fifty-eight dollars, and it was the last copy on the shelf at the bookstore downtown.

ELARA POVI pressed my shaking fingers against my burning cheek and stared at him. In all our years of marriage, Darian had never raised a hand to me."You think you can threaten me?" he hissed, stepping into my space. His handsome face twisted into something ugly. "Do you think anyone in this city will listen to a Beta orphan with no family name?"He reached out and plucked the phone from my hand. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. He glanced at the glowing screen, the photo of the dock, and then he dropped it into his desk drawer and turned the key."Give that back!"His fist caught me across the mouth. Pain exploded through my jaw. My back hit the bookcase, and I slid down onto the cold floorboards. I raised my hand to my chin, and my fingers came away smeared with bright red blood.Darian stood over me, chest heaving, shaking out his sore knuckles."Listen to me very carefully, Elara," he said, his voice dropping into a cold, flat whisper. "You are not going to expose anyone

Lucian POVI carried her out of the elevator the second the doors opened onto the private floor. The hallway stretched ahead, all dark wood and low, golden sconces, the carpet thick enough to swallow the sound of my shoes. Theo held the suite door open, and I walked straight through."Clear the floor," I said. My voice came out colder than I intended. "No one comes up. No one."The door shut behind us with a solid, final click. The suite was quiet except for the soft rush of the air system. I laid her on the edge of the mattress. Her sweater was soaked through, her jeans were dark with rainwater, and her socks were soaked, black with mud, and torn at the toes. The left side of her face was already swelling purple, and blood crusted her split lip. Under all of it was that scent, wild honey and warm rain, so strong it made my head swim.Vaelric surged behind my ribs. Mine. Take. Claim.No, I told him. Not like this.She curled onto her side and made a small, broken sound. Her skin was