LOGINLEAH I didn't know how long I sat there in the parking lot, my head leaning against the steering wheel, my body heavy with exhaustion. The day had drained everything out of me. Every smile, every nod, every professional word I had forced through my teeth had taken a piece of me with it.My phone buzzed again, but I didn't look at it. I couldn't. My eyes were too tired, my mind too numb.Then I heard it.The sound of a car pulling up beside me. The soft click of a door opening. Footsteps approaching.I looked up.Santos was standing there, his silhouette framed by the dim parking lot lights. He wasn't wearing a jacket, just a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—were fixed on me with something that looked almost like concern.I stared at him."Come on," he said quietly.I didn't argue. I didn't have the strength.I climbed out of my car, my legs shaky, my body moving on autopilot. Santos took off his jacket
LEAH My hand flew to my neck.I had forgotten. In the chaos of the morning, in the stress of the director's office and the meeting with Valeria, I had completely forgotten to cover my neck.Santos's mark. The one he had given me last night. A possessive, intimate mark that told every wolf who saw it exactly who I belonged to.I pushed Austin away, stepping back, my hand still covering my neck. "That's none of your business.""None of my business?" His voice was shaking with barely contained rage. "You walk in here with another wolf's mark on your neck and you tell me it's none of my business?"I glared at him. "You have Valeria. What right do you have to ask me anything?"His jaw clenched. "It was him, right? The man who gave you that dress at the boutique. He's the one who marked you, isn't he?"I opened my mouth to deny it. But the words wouldn't come.Because I realized—he was right.Santos had given me the mark. And Santos had sent the manager to save me at the boutique. Somehow,
LEAH I walked into the director's office with my head held high, my expression carefully neutral. When I entered the office, the air smelled like stale coffee and cheap cologne. Director Harlan sat behind his massive desk, his pot belly straining against the buttons of his shirt like it was one deep breath away from launching them across the room. He had been the director of this agency for as long as you anyone could remember.He was also a coward.And standing behind him, arms crossed, a smug smile plastered across her face, was Angela.Of course.I had walked right into a trap, and I hadn't even seen it coming."Leah," the director said, his voice clipped and cold. "Sit down."I sat. I didn't take my eyes off Angela."I'll make this quick," he continued, leaning back in his chair. "You're fired."I showed no reaction. No surprise. No anger. Just calm, steady stillness."May I ask why?" I said.The director's eyes narrowed. "You took on a wedding planning job without my authorizati
LEAH Sunlight spilled through the window, paiting golden strips across the floor. I woke up touching my lips.My fingers brushed against my mouth, still tingling from last night, and the memory of Santos's kiss came flooding back. The way his lips had moved against mine. The way his scent had filled my nose. The way my wolf had melted inside me like she had finally found what she had been searching for.I closed my eyes and replayed it. The pressure of his hand on my waist. The way he had pulled me against him. The deep, possessive sound he had made when I moaned.No.I sat up in bed, my heart pounding.Stop it. Stop thinking about it.This was fake. A performance. A deal.He was the Lycan King, playing a game. I was just a piece on his board. That kiss meant nothing to him. It was just another act, another part of the performance.But my wolf didn't agree. She was unusually content this morning, curled up inside me like a cat in sunshine, warm and satisfied and completely at peace.
LEAH My father finally snapped out of his daze and gestured toward the dining room. "Dinner is ready. Please, everyone, sit." The dining table had been extended to accommodate everyone. The aunts took their places. The cousins squeezed in. Vanessa tried to sit next to Santos, but he smoothly guided me to a seat beside him and took the one on my other side, effectively blocking her. The table felt smaller with Santos in it. His presence filled the air. His hand found my knee. Resting there. Warm. Heavy. I tried not to react. I tried to focus on the food, on the conversation, on anything but his hand on my leg. The dinner started slowly, awkwardly. Everyone was still recovering from the shock of his arrival. Plates were passed. Wines was served. Food were dished. Aunt Patricia couldn't stop smiling. She kept looking at Santos like he was her favorite character in a romance novel. Bianca was across from us, her eyes sharp and watching. Aunt Margaret broke the silence fir
LEAH "Goodness, Leah,” Bianca yawned loudly, making sure everyone could hear again as she swirled her glass of wine, “where is this big, powerful fiancé of yours? We’ve been waiting for almost two hours! Did he get lost on his way from his fancy castle?” A few relatives snickered. Uncle Robert, meek as always, chuckled nervously while glancing at Aunt Beatrice for approval. Aunt Patricia and Aunt Margaret exchanged uncomfortable glances, trying to stay polite, but even they looked doubtful now. Vanessas scoffed with disgust. “Some of us just can’t keep a man, now we make up lies to look important.” I gripped my phone, my knuckles turned white. “I didn’t lie. He could be held up in traffic. He’ll be here soon.” What's their headache? Bianca laughed, high and fake. “Traffic? Or maybe he realized this whole engagement is just a sad little lie you framed up to make Austin jealous. I mean, come on, sister. Santos De Luca? The terrifying Lycan King? With you?” She shook her he







