تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER 38: I CAN'T MARRY A HUMAN.DARIUS:I left my mother standing in the living room with her stubborn expressions and walked straight up the grand staircase to my master bedroom. It was already way past my usual dinner time, and frankly, I was too drained to deal with her manipulative games or care about real food. I showered, opened the mini-fridge in my suite, grabbed a couple of fresh fruits to quiet my stomach, and tossed the rest aside before collapsing onto the bed.Exhausted from the heavy mental toll of the day, I fell fast asleep the second my head hit the pillows.Then, deep in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a warm, soft body of a woman tightly clinging to my side. At first, my groggy mind thought I was dreaming. But when my eyes flew open, the illusion shattered instantly.Curled up right beside me in my bed, her arms wrapped possessively around my chest, was Amber Johnson.A dark frown twisted my face. Without a second thought, I shoved her off me, disengagin
CHAPTER 39: THE MATCHMAKING DARIUS:I sat back in my leather executive chair behind my massive mahogany desk, my eyes locked onto the live security feed displayed on my computer screen. The hidden camera in the outer office gave me a crystal-clear view of Zara's desk. For the entire day, I watched her push herself to the absolute limit, trying so hard to prove her worth.Truth be told, even though I had deliberately pretended to ignore her all day, I was deeply impressed by her performance. I had specifically instructed Mrs. Vance to pile an impossible amount of clerical work onto Zara's desk today—a brutal test designed to break weak candidates and see who could actually survive under intense corporate pressure. Zara didn't just survive; she passed that test with flying colors, tackling the massive workload without a single complaint.And my respect for her only grew during that investor meeting this afternoon. The notes she took were razor-sharp, precise, summarized, and straight t
CHAPTER 38: FIRST DAY AT WORK ZARA:I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the polished marble corridor of the twenty-ninth floor, glancing down at my watch. Exactly seven-fifteen in the morning. Perfect timing. I made my way straight to my new desk just outside the double doors of the CEO’s office, ready to tackle my very first day.Since I had spent part of the ten thousand dollars Darius gave me to buy a few emergency clothes, I was wearing a brand-new, extremely formal corporate outfit I had picked up from a local thrift store the night before. It was a modest, dark navy-blue pantsuit that completely covered most of my body. It was buttoned up high and entirely devoid of any flashiness. My hair was pulled back tightly into a severe, neat bun, and I wore zero makeup except for a clear, glossy balm on my lips. I wanted to look as plain and professional as humanly possible. The last thing I needed was for Mrs. Vance or anyone else in this building to accuse me of trying to se
CHAPTER 37: SERENA'S ENDLESS DRAMA ZARA:As soon as Serena heard Rider's heavy footsteps and his voice booming from the doorway, her entire demeanor shifted in a split second. She pulled her hand away from my wrist with a hard, dramatic jerk, acting like I had just burned her or shoved her back. Then, in the most theatrical display I had ever witnessed, she collapsed backward onto the floor, letting out a sharp, breathless cry like she was in agonizing pain."Rider! Oh, Alpha, please help me!" she sobbed, clutching her side and pointing a trembling finger straight at me. "She accused me of stealing her things and pushed me! She just attacked me out of nowhere!"I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, crossing my arms over my chest. "Pathetic. Try something a little more convincing next time, Serena. Because honestly, this acting of yours is becoming too boring."Rider didn't waste a single second listening to me. Panic flashed across his face, and he rushed past the threshold, sprin
CHAPTER 36: BEING REPLACED ZARA:I didn't waste any time after talking to Mia. I grabbed my bag, hailed a cab, and directed the driver straight to the Stormfang Pack house. My heart pounded against my ribs the entire ride, but my mind was made up. I had made it abundantly clear to Rider four days ago that we were officially done, that the bond was shattered. Because of that, I figured I could just walk in, grab my remaining clothes, and walk right back out without any major drama.Boy, was I wrong.When the cab dropped me off at the wrought-iron gates of the pack house, the two guards on duty stepped forward. As soon as they recognized me, their stern expressions melted into wide, genuine smiles."Zara! Good to see you back, Miss," the older guard greeted, actually looking relieved. "Man, we were hoping you'd return. That other madam, Serena? She's been an absolute nightmare—so mean, loud, and completely overbearing to everyone on the staff."I just offered a tight, polite smile
CHAPTER 35: CANDID ADVICE FROM MIAZARA:I opened the details, my heart racing. Sure, their salary offer wasn't nearly as massive or life-changing as the astronomical paycheck the Stormfang Group was about to give me. But that wasn't what caught my attention. The real kicker was what they were offering: they wanted me as a designer. They wanted to build my career, put my art out into the world, and let me do what I actually loved.Unlike Stormfang, where I was just going to be a glorified secretary—trapped playing assistant to the billionaire CEO who looked at me like I was nothing more than a charity case he pitied.Standing there on the busy sidewalk, the phone felt heavy in my hand. I was completely torn. Part of me screamed to just take the Stormfang money, secure my dad's drugs, and shut my mouth. But another part of me—the artist who had spent years sketching dreams on paper—badly wanted to chase her actual passion.I stood there on the busy New York sidewalk, the digital glo







