LOGINThe silence in the office was suffocating. The sound of car horns and the busy road faded into a dull, distant hum, leaving only the sharp tick of the wall clock.
The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken arguments.
“What are you planning to do now?” Flynn finally broke the silence, his voice cutting through the suffocating quiet.
“I don’t know.” Alaric sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “But one thing is certain. I need her close to me.”
“You can’t be serious right now.” Flynn’s voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “She’s human.”
“How do you plan to explain to the entire pack that their Alpha has a human mate?”
“I can already see how this will go, and it’s not good. Trust me.”
“They will have no choice but to accept her.” Alaric’s voice remained calm, almost unnervingly so. “At the end of the day, she’s my mate. The future Luna of this pack.”
“You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re thinking straight,” Flynn retorted, taking a few steps towards Alaric.
“You really think your parents will accept a human mate? Even if they do, you think they can go against the entire pack of elders?”
“They have to.” Alaric’s voice dropped to a low whisper. “They’ll have to.”
“Oh—did you forget about Bianca?” Flynn’s expression hardened. “What are you going to tell her? What are you going to tell her family?”
Flynn sighed heavily, “Bianca is going to lose her mind when she finds out.”
Alaric’s expression darkened, “I never promised her anything.”
Maybe not you, but everyone else did,” Flynn replied. “The pack. The elders. Your parents.” He shook his head. “And you didn’t exactly say no either.”
“Well, that’s clearly not my problem.”
“It becomes your problem the moment her father starts asking questions.”
Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t care what he thinks.”
“That’s because you haven’t considered the political disaster yet. This could escalate far beyond what we’re imagining. Her father even owns shares in this company. Did you forget that?” Flynn asked, his frustration becoming increasingly obvious.
“Look, I understand.” Alaric exhaled slowly. “But there’s hardly anything I can do about it.”
“You don’t understand,” Flynn said, dragging a frustrated hand through his hair.
Alaric’s expression hardened. “No. You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me,” Flynn said, his laugh dry and humorless.
“Fine. Let’s say the elders somehow miraculously accept her. Let’s say Bianca doesn’t lose her mind. Let’s say your parents don’t object.” Flynn paused. “What happens when Selene finds out?”
Alaric fell silent. For the first time, the certainty in his chest wavered. He hadn’t considered what would happen when Selene learned the truth. He didn’t know how she would react—or whether she’d look at him with fear once she knew what he really was.
“Exactly,” Flynn continued. “She’s human. She doesn’t know about wolves, packs, or mates. You walk up to her and tell her she’s your mate, and she’ll think you’ve completely lost your mind.” He paused. “Worse, you could scare her away before you even get the chance to know her.”
A muscle ticked in Alaric’s jaw. “She deserves the truth soon. I’m not going to lie to her.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Flynn folded his arms. “But definitely not today.”
“And why not?”
“And you thought today would be a good time for that?” Flynn stared at him. “You just met her.”
Alaric glared at him.
Flynn raised both hands. “What? Am I wrong? You don’t even know anything about her.”
“I know she’s my mate.” Alaric’s voice was quiet, but unwavering.
“That’s not enough.”
For a moment, neither man spoke.
Alaric’s fingers curled slowly into fists at his sides. He knew Flynn was trying to be reasonable, but reason had very little to do with what he was feeling.
Then Alaric quietly said,
“It’s enough for me.”
Flynn stared at him for a long moment before shaking his head.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“That’s at the bottom of the list of names I’ve been called.”
“Oh, I know.” Flynn pointed at him with a grin. “Arrogant. Stubborn. Annoyingly dramatic. I could go on all day.”
Alaric raised an eyebrow at him.
“Dramatic?”
“You fired someone for spilling coffee on a piece of paper.”
“She was clumsy. She wouldn’t have lasted long anyway,” Alaric protested.
“Thanks for proving my point,” Flynn scoffed.
For the first time since they’d entered the office, the tension eased slightly.
Alaric strode toward his massive, ink-black executive desk. He settled into his chair and pulled the file toward him.
His eyes immediately moved to the name printed across the tab.
SELENE HART
His fingers brushed over the passport photo before lingering on the name printed beneath it.
His mate.
His human mate.
“Oh, this is bad.” Flynn’s voice was flat. He’d noticed the subtle way Alaric’s gaze softened as he stared at her photograph.
Alaric’s face scrunched up in annoyance, “What now?”
“That look.”
“What look?”
“The look men get when they’ve found the one thing capable of making them weak.”
Alaric ignored him and opened the file.
The first page contained the basics.
Name: Selene Hart.
Age: Twenty-five.
Position: Junior Marketing Manager.
Emergency Contact: Hattie Hart.
His eyes lingered on the last line.
His wolf stirred inside him, the reaction catching even him off guard. He barely knew this woman. They had exchanged exactly zero words, yet something deep inside him already reacted to her as though he’d known her all his life.
Was she happy?
Was she safe?
Was she protected?
Was she being cared for?
The questions came one after another, instinctive and relentless.
His mate.
The words echoed through him, settling into something that felt dangerously close to certainty.
Alaric turned the page and began reviewing Selene’s employee records. The file contained everything from attendance reports and disciplinary records to performance evaluations and recommendations. The further he read, the deeper his frown became.
“What’s wrong?” Flynn asked.
“Nothing.”
“That’s not what your face says.”
Ignoring him, Alaric continued reading.
The reviews were almost identical. Selene consistently delivered excellent results, exceeded expectations, and had received repeated recommendations for promotion from multiple supervisors over the years.
Yet somehow, she had remained a Junior Manager all this time. That didn’t make sense.
Leaning back in his chair, Alaric looked up from the file. Something about the records bothered him. “Who oversees the Marketing Department in this branch?”
“Harris Tucker. Why?”
Interesting.” Alaric’s gaze returned to the file, his expression unreadable.
Without another word, he slid several reports across the desk. “Look at the promotion recommendations.”
Flynn skimmed through them, his expression gradually shifting from curiosity to disbelief.
“Okay, now that’s strange.”
“Exactly. She should’ve been promoted years ago. If nothing else, her salary should have reflected her performance.”
Flynn glanced at the file and let out a low whistle.
“They’ve been underpaying her.”
The realization irritated Alaric far more than it should have.
According to the reports, Selene was one of the strongest employees in the department. Yet somehow, the recognition and rewards she deserved had never reached her.
He didn’t know why the discovery bothered him so much.
Perhaps it was the fact that she’d been despite clearly earning better. Or perhaps it was the possessive instinct already taking root inside him.
Either way, he didn’t like it.
And he was going to change it.
“Okay, what now?” Flynn sighed, already wary of the look on his friend’s face.
“I’m moving her up here!” Alaric said, a glazed look in his eyes.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” Flynn groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
“Selene Hart will now officially become my personal assistant.”
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He was reviewing the documents that had stayed days on his table when Flynn burst through the door.Alaric did not look up, he didn’t have to. Only one person was bold enough to enter his office without knocking.“She left,” Flynn said.“Who?” Alaric asked, unbothered."Selene. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the building." Flynn's voice was tight, stripped of its usual humor. "Looked like she was panicking. Wouldn't answer her phone."Alaric's pen stopped mid-stroke.His head snapped up. "What do you mean she left?"“The receptionist said she looked terrified." Flynn was already dialing her number again. "I tried calling. Straight to voicemail."Something cold settled in Alaric’s chest. His wolf stirred—agitated, restless—clawing beneath his skin. Where is she? Is she hurt?He forced his wolf to stay still. His voice to remain calm. “Find out where she went.”“I don’t—”“Find out, Flynn.”There was something in his voice that made Flynn’s protest die in his throat. He nodded once.
Regina was staring at her phone.The message had come through ten minutes ago, and she'd read it at least seven times. She still couldn’t think of anybody that could have sent it."Meet me at The Grind. 12:30. Come alone."Maybe she was the cat in the proverb about curiosity because she wasn't even sure why she was considering going. But something about the message felt deliberate—like someone had been watching her, waiting for the right moment to reach out.She glanced toward the marketing department's entrance, where Selene used to sit. The desk was empty now. Selene was up on the executive floor, playing assistant to the CEO, getting all the attention, all the praise, everything Regina had worked for.The familiar bitterness rose in her throat like acid.It should have been me.She had been at Blackwood Corps longer than Selene. She had worked harder, stayed later, sacrificed more. And yet Selene—sweet, humble, perfect Selene—had been the one Mr. Harris recommended for promotion. S
Selene had been staring at her computer screen for minutes now.The quarterly report displaying on the monitor in-front of her. She'd read the same sentence five times. She still had no idea what it said.She pinched the bridge between her eyes, trying to focus. It wasn't working. Her mind kept drifting back to the same places—Hattie's cough echoing through the house, the dream she couldn't shake, the way Alaric's voice had been replaying in her head for days now, longer than it should’ve.This is pathetic, Nyx muttered. You're supposed to be working."I know," Selene sighed aloud. "I just can't focus."You're thinking about him again."I'm thinking about everything. Grandma's not getting better. Every time I go to sleep, I see weird things. And him—I don't know what's happening to me when he's near."You're not the only one, Nyx said quietly.Selene blinked. What do you mean?I don’t know. I feel… strange lately. Like there’s something awake in me.Selene’s hand drifted to her neckla
Bianca sat at her dresser, alone in her bedroom, still in her silk robe, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror.It’s been two days since the gala. Two days since she'd watched Alaric walk past her—past her—and offer his hand to a stranger. Two days since the whispers had started."Poor Bianca." "I certainly didn’t expect that." "She must feel so humiliated."She'd heard every single one as she'd fled the ballroom. She'd seen the pity in their eyes. The barely concealed glee.Bianca Ashford—the woman who had everything—had been publicly rejected.Her grip on her hairbrush tightened. The handle creaked.She wasn’t humiliated. She was angry.Anger was easier to hold onto than the humiliation, the latter felt like she was cracking her chest open like a wound she couldn’t stop picking at.She set the brush down and pressed her palms against her temple.He chose his assistant . Over her.The moment replayed over and over. The way he'd walked past her, not sparing a single glance. T
Selene lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.The gala had been two nights ago. And for those two nights she hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Her boss.Stop it, she told herself. It was just a dance. She pressed her palms against her eyes, groaning.Just a dance, she says, Nyx’s voice echoed in her head, dripping with amusement. You’ve been saying that for two days. Have you started believing it yet?“No,” Selene muttered. “Obviously not.”So… what's the plan for today? Walk in like nothing happened? Ask him about it? Avoid this conversation forever?"I don't know," Selene whispered, frustration creeping into her voice. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."You could start by getting out of bed. You have a job, remember?Selene sat up slowly, running a hand through her hair. Nyx was right—she had a job. A job she couldn’t afford to lose because she was too busy overthinking a single dance.But it wasn’t just a dance, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. I mean, to you it
The penthouse was too quiet. It was a work-free day for everybody.Alaric Blackwood stood by the windows, still in his tuxedo from the night before, watching Los Angeles stir to life beneath him. The city wide awake—cars beginning to fill the streets, lights flickering on in distant office buildings, pedestrians in coats hurrying to make the bus.He hadn’t slept.More like he couldn’t.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her.Selene in that dress. Selene’s hands around his neck. Selene’s laugh—genuine, unguarded, the kind of laugh that made him forget, for one stolen moment, that he was the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation and the future Alpha of a pack that expected him to marry someone else.He'd spent all his life learning to control every impulse, every instinct. His father had made sure to enforce that. An Alpha does not react. An Alpha controls. An Alpha must not show weakness.One dance with Selene Hart had undone all that learning.His wolf stirred beneath his skin, restl







