Mag-log inDuring my first week with Xanders Financial I became friends with not only Missy, my assistant, but also Steven, who is also a manager in sales like myself. The three of us settled into what one could call a normal routine. For the last three weeks, every morning Missy has a venti caramel macchiato waiting for me as I walk through the door at 7:30am each day. Missy found that she didn’t mind the early hour and half that I came in before anyone else. It also gives us a chance to catch up on things that occurred after we said our goodbyes the previous day. After about twenty minutes of general chit chat, we began our day, me going over any accounts that were placed on my desk after I left the previous day, Missy updating me on what was on the agenda for the day as far as meetings, sales pitches, etc. Steven shows up a 9am on the dot every day and tries to give Missy and I hell about always coming in early, but ends up saying hey as long I say off the Alexanders radar the better, we all three break out into laughter. Next thing I know, Steven says,” Hey Missy, Rora, did you hear?” “No, Steven, what is the latest gossip you are about to spill now?” says Missy. I looked at Steven with an eyebrow raised. Steven looks back and forth outside my door before he turns around and says he heard Alexander's son, Maverick, was coming back to town and this was going to be his first stop. I wonder what bimbo will accompany him this time. I mean I feel sorry for those who choose to get mixed up with him, since he never takes any relationship seriously. Granted, this is the first time in five years that anyone in the pack has laid eyes on him since he started studying abroad.
My mind began to wander at Steven’s last statement. I mean it shouldn’t be that hard to recognize the alpha’s son, right? If I remember correctly, he had emerald, green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which is all I could say he had going for him, since I haven’t seen him since we were 17, when he first went abroad to study. He was always on the skinnier side for my liking, but from what Steven is saying, he seems to be a chick magnet now, probably due to his status, and family name, lol. I then cut off all ideas of what Maverick could look like now and got to work. When I am about to head out for lunch in the cafeteria area, I step out of my office looking for Missy when, all of a sudden, the most amazing smell of pine and soft cotton hits my nose. Violet is running circles in my mind, hollering, Mate, Mate, Mate. Hush Violet, I know you are really hoping that is the case, but let’s just see who it is that has this wonderful smell. As I am walking towards the area the smell is coming from, I am getting more and more anxious because I am getting closer to Alexander's office. When all of a sudden, loud roars of angry conversation come to a halt and the door is suddenly yanked open only to find a 6’4” Greek god of a man with the most beautiful emerald eyes and platinum blonde hair is standing in front of me with what looks like a petite barbie wannabe on his arm, and he is fuming until he looks directly at me. All of a sudden, Violet starts screaming "Mate" in my head and he whispers the same at the same time.
Maverick's POV
Well Scarlett and I have officially landed in Dallas, and we are currently in the town car that the dad’s car service sent over to pick us up. Scarlett and I have been together for the last couple of years, and I have decided to make her my wife. I already proposed to her during our latest escapade in Paris. Now its time to let dear old dad know that I will not be returning to Texas to take over the pack or the company. Scarlett is relentlessly going on about all the places she wants to visit while here in Texas, little does she know we will be leaving tonight if I have any say in the matter. We have arrived in front of Xander Financial headquarters, “Let’s get this over with shall we, Scarlett.” I say as we exit the town car. Upon walking into the building, I am immediately bombarded with greetings from the guards and lust filled eyes of all the assistants that are on the ground floor as we walk to the elevator. The guards are all staring at Scarlett, while the assistants are giving her the who does she think she is look for being on my arm. Scarlett of course is oblivious to all this as she walks straight forward with her head up towards the elevator. As we enter the elevator and I select the top floor I say to Scarlett, “Look babe, when we go to see my dad just sit pretty and let me do the talking, no matter what is said. Do you understand?” I understand Scarlett responds.
We walk into my father’s office and immediately he has a disgruntled look on his face as soon as he spots Scarlett. Why on earth have you brought another fling into my presence son! What have I told you that you are to find your mate and she is the one to be brought before me and no other! Scarlett looked down and I could tell tears were starting to well in her beautiful eyes. Father that is Enough! I will not keep repeating myself I am only here today to let you know that I have decided to stay in Pairs with Scarlett as we will be getting married in two months. I came to personally deliver not only the news of this but the invitation to attend as well. You are What! Alexander begins to roar. That is unacceptable under no certain terms will you be getting married unless you the female is your mate! Then you will become the Alpha as is your right and she “your mate” not this fling will be your luna! That is final! Alexander roars in his Alpha tone which immediately has Scarlett cowering behind me.
I will not Father remember as I am an Alpha as well your tone does not work on me, I state with as much venom in my tone as I can release. Come on Scarlett lets go Now! I say. As soon as I begin to storm to the door to exit, I turn and state to my father do plan on attending if that is the attitude that you choose to have with my relationship with Scarlett. No sooner as I open the door I am hit with this overwhelming scent of caramel apples and then turn to see the most beautiful women with caramel colored brunette hair, soft blue eyes, and the most perfectly toned olive skin. I stop dead in my tracks causing Scarlett to run right into me, but I am in a trance. All of a sudden, I hear my wolf start howling Mate! Well shit now what?
The silence that instantly followed Maverick's declaration was absolute. It was not the peaceful, quiet calm of a productive Friday morning in a corporate office building. It was the heavy, suffocating, entirely terrifying silence of a vacuum right before a massive, catastrophic explosion. The air pressure inside my small glass office dropped so rapidly, so violently, that my ears actually popped. Maverick completely filled the doorway. He didn't just stand there. His physical presence entirely consumed the limited space. His broad, incredibly muscular shoulders completely blocked the artificial, fluorescent lighting bleeding in from the hallway, casting long, dark, imposing shadows entirely across the carpeted floor. He was breathing heavily. His chest was rising and falling in sharp, jagged, entirely predatory movements that legitimately threatened to completely rip the expensive, custom-tailored seams of his charcoal suit jacket. But it was his eyes that truly, entirely par
CHAPTER 12: Friday morning arrived with all the grace, subtlety, and sheer destructive force of a massive, uncoordinated train wreck. The corporate headquarters of Xanders Financial was an absolute madhouse. We had a hard, unmovable, entirely unforgiving deadline for the final stages of the Smithson corporate merger, and I was quite literally buried underneath a towering mountain of physical paperwork and glowing digital spreadsheets. My desk looked less like the organized workspace of a junior manager... ...and more like a bomb had gone off inside a high-end stationary store. I had been sitting in this exact, stiff ergonomic chair since six o'clock in the morning. I was desperately, frantically trying to catch up on the hours of critical data entry I had lost over the past three days. Three days that had been entirely derailed due to the massive, six-foot-four, green-eyed distraction that kept forcefully invading my office, my personal space, and my every waking thought. Eve
The penthouse suite of the Four Seasons hotel was originally designed to be a sanctuary. It was supposed to be a glittering, glass-walled testament... ...to the absolute power... ...and the immense, staggering wealth that I was marrying into. Instead... It had become my own personal, incredibly expensive prison. I paced the entire length of the sprawling, open-concept living room. My sharp, red-bottomed stiletto heels clicked rhythmically against the imported, dark Brazilian hardwood floors. Click. Click. Click. The sound echoed sharply through the massive, empty rooms. It was a hollow sound. A lonely sound. Three days. We had been in the city of Dallas for three agonizing, mind-numbing, entirely infuriating days. And in that time, I had seen my supposed fiancé for a grand total of perhaps four hours. "Financial emergencies," Maverick had claimed that very morning. He hadn't even bothered to look me in the eye as he stood in front of the vanity mirror, perfectly knotti
By the time Wednesday morning rolled around, the air inside the Xanders Financial headquarters was absolutely thick with it.Gossip.It hummed through the sleek, modern hallways. It buzzed in the employee breakrooms. It practically vibrated through the frosted glass of my office walls. Everyone... every single person... in the building had noticed.They had noticed that the Alpha’s notoriously elusive son, the playboy who was supposed to be on a romantic vacation with his gorgeous Parisian fiancée, was instead spending ninety percent of his waking hours hovering around the fifteenth floor.Hovering around me.I sat at my desk, my fingers resting motionless over my keyboard. I stared blindly at the complex spreadsheet illuminating my monitor, the numbers blurring together into a meaningless sea of black and white.Inside my mind, Violet was pacing relentlessly.He is close, she hummed, her tail brushing against the edges of my consciousness. I can feel him. He is th
MAVERICK’S POVThe polished mahogany doors of my father’s office loomed before me... heavy... and imposing.For five years, I had successfully avoided this exact room. Five years of European escapades... five years of running from the suffocating weight of the Alpha title.But today... today was different.I pushed the heavy double doors open, the brass hinges completely silent. My father, Alpha Alexander, sat behind his massive desk. The morning sunlight caught the silver at his temples, but his eyes... those piercing, calculating Alpha eyes... were fixed entirely on the mountain of paperwork in front of him.He didn't even look up as my heavy footsteps crossed the thick Persian rug."Dad," I began, letting my voice drop into a low, steady register. "I need access... to the Sales Department's quarterly projections."Alpha Alexander’s pen stopped scratching against the paper. The silence in the room stretched... thin and tight... like a wire about to snap.Slowly, he raised his
Maverick’s POVThe heavy silence that followed Aurora’s departure from the restaurant was more suffocating than any physical weight I had ever carried. I remained seated at the table, the scent of her—that agonizingly perfect blend of caramel, rain-drenched apples, and something uniquely Aurora—lingering in the air like a ghost.On the table sat the wedding invitation Scarlett had so gleefully presented. It was thick, cream-colored cardstock with gold-embossed lettering: The Marriage of Maverick Xanders and Scarlett DuPont. I stared at it until the letters blurred. To the rest of the world, this piece of paper represented a merger of power and prestige. To me, it looked like a tombstone.Lucas, my wolf, was pacing so violently within my mind that I felt my claws involuntarily begin to peek from my fingertips. “She’s gone,” he snarled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made my chest ache. “We let the Alpha’s mate walk away while the Delta’s daughter wears our mark on her finge







