Mag-log inWho would’ve thought the CEO, womanizer, and infuriating man would end up claiming my heart. I smile, almost euphoric, and return to my seat.My mind drifts far away, lost among Sam’s sheets and the memory of his delicious tongue tracing my body.But kind words interrupt my thoughts—my mother’s words. I shake off her presence and fix my gaze on the computer screen.A screen filled with numbers and Excel formulas.Suddenly, Sam’s phone makes me jump in my chair.“Hello?” he answers, apparently not even knowing who is calling.…“Oh… yes…” he clears his throat and swallows hard; the call clearly makes him nervous.…“Alright, see you tomorrow.”He places the phone down on the table with excessive care, stretching the moment, and suddenly looks at me.“What’s wrong, Sam?” I ask, curious.“It’s Britanis… she says she’s better now and will return tomorrow,” he replies without looking at me.A dangerous fire crawls up my spine. My ears ring and I feel myself losing control.“That… damn woma
On the way to Más Uno, Sam keeps watching me, stalking my every move. He wants to control every single thing I do.“Enough, Sam!” I yell, irritated. I have no patience for his nonsense.“What… what?” he asks, pretending not to understand, turning toward me with an innocent expression.“Stop looking at me. I’m fine. I don’t have anything,” I reply sharply, my tone ice-cold.Sam shrugs, fixes his eyes on the road, and doesn’t speak for the rest of the drive.We arrive faster than expected. When we enter the office, Natali is already back at work. Her eyes look exhausted and her nose is red.“Good morning, guys!” she greets us between sneezes. Her normally sleek hair is tied into a messy bun, and she keeps blowing her nose.“Are you still sick, Natali? If you want, you can go home,” Sam says in that smooth, charming voice he uses so well.“Thank you, sir… I think… that would be best,” she replies, covering her nose with a tissue, eyes watery from the cold.I clench my jaw, curl my fists,
Even the cold night breeze doesn’t restore my sanity. I stand there, stunned, with a knot in my throat and another in my heart.“Impossible, Sam… who told you that?” I react in disbelief, though I know deep down his words are true.“Mark. He didn’t confirm it, but when he arrived, he asked what we were doing there…”“And what was he doing there?” I interrupt him.“He says Miranda somehow knows he’s my brother. A few months ago they met, before Marcos… they… they…”“Oh, Sam, just say it!” I urge him impatiently.“They slept together… and kept in contact until later… well, she met Marcos.”I make a face, but I’m not really surprised. Miranda is a psychopath who sleeps with every man she sees. Still, I feel something strange in my chest knowing Mark was part of her toxic love circle. I almost feel jealous.“And how does she know about Asher?” I ask, refusing to accept what I might hear.“He says someone in the pack told him once…”“But Sam… why do you say he’s my mate?”“The old woman… s
“Come in… come in, darling!” Miranda instructs as she walks toward us.She suddenly stops, glances at Asher, and gives us a wink.“Estela, let’s go,” Miranda orders, dragging me almost forcefully toward the kitchen. I take a moment to glance at Mark, who is sitting there, completely entranced, his eyes fixed on my backside.Marcos stands up and serves some food. Sam looks around, pretends to be casual, and before I disappear into the kitchen, he sits down next to Mark.“That blonde is really hot, huh?” Miranda snaps, almost swaying from the obvious alcohol she has consumed throughout the evening.“Miranda… are you drunk?” I can’t hold back and growl with a grimace.“What? No way… I’m pregnant,” she pretends, placing her hands over her belly, the strong smell of alcohol still on her breath.I roll my eyes and stand by the sink.“If I could, I’d fuck both of them at the same time,” she suddenly spits out, her eyes glowing with a sinister light.“What… how?” I stammer in shock, letting t
I roll my eyes at the guests and curse to myself. I force the best smile my facial muscles can manage and walk forward with clenched fists toward Miranda.“Estela, darling, can you help me prepare these salted meat rolls?” she asks in an overly polite, raspy voice while wrapping flour and ground meat onto an aluminum tray.I nod politely and start helping her.“This city is full of legends,” Miranda comments, tossing the meat and kneading a roll. “I once heard there have been sightings of supernatural creatures wandering through the forest…”“What sightings?” I ask, feeling my blood freeze at her insinuations.“They say they’re half-wolves, with human legs… werewolves, you know?” She nudges me and winks.“I don’t know anything,” I cut her off, pressing the flour tightly between my hands.“When what we can’t see breaks free, to hell with those damn things!” she suddenly mutters in a hardened tone.“What did you say?” I ask, placing my hands on the counter.“Haha! Nothing… I just like f
Sam pins his perfect irises on me; at this hour they turn a burned honey shade. He shuts off the computer without saying a word.“Let’s go then,” he murmurs at last, after a thick silence.I obey him and follow without hesitation.“This is going to be uncomfortable,” he warns as we walk down the hallway. “We’ll be at your ex’s house… and with that Asher proposing a deal to me.”He stops in front of the Ferrari and presses his lips together, holding back something he doesn’t say.“I know, Sam… but Miranda… them… there’s something strange between the three of us,” I let out, adjusting the waves of my hair.“Us and Miranda?”“No. Us and Asher,” I correct without looking at him.Sam growls, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it looks like he might break it.“‘Us and Asher’ doesn’t even sound right,” he mutters, staring out the window.“There is something. Tonight I’m going to figure it out. If my premonition worked with you… it has to work with him too—”“You’re not touching him!” he
The arrival at the city's main hospital is quick and unsettling. Sam keeps his lips sealed and doesn't say a single word. He walks ahead of me through endless hallways crowded with nurses, sick patients, and an overwhelming stench of anesthesia.From a snow-white door, Natali appears. Her hair is a
My heart races as I wait for her answer. My hands are sweating, and the impatience makes me nauseous."He doesn't exist, Sam," Natali blurts out, just like that."I'm not pregnant. I'm really sorry I lied," she adds through sobs."I know, Natali. I was always careful, remember?" Sam says, his voice
"We're leaving now, Estela!" Sam shouts, so furious it feels like the windowpanes themselves might tremble."Shhh, did you hear that? If you don't take the deal, well... you'll see a new she-wolf behind bars.""Hunters can't interfere on wolf territory. It's part of the treaty. How dare you?" Sam g
He takes a moment to put on protection, then lets his hand trail slowly between my thighs with deliberate care. The roughness of his fingertips makes my breathing turn unsteady, and my mind sinks completely into the world of warmth and desire he creates around me. When he finally enters me, he does







