Prologue

Dazed by the smell, Leal closed her eyes and inhaled the fragrant scent. The aroma delivered her into the seven levels of heaven just by smelling it. It smelled like rosewood, but extra fragrant. How could one smell so heavenly in New York? She felt like she was in a cloud upon smelling the fragrance, so she couldn’t help but follow where the earthy scent came from. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the tall tower of one of the top-ranking companies in the state.

Leal’s mouth hung open at the sight of the overwhelming structure.

The building looked to be at least fifty floors tall and was made up of glass and dark concrete. She looked so small in front of it! Continuing her mission, she walked over to the entrance of the company. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to get in but she’d wanted to try at least. The smell was driving her insane and she knew her conscience and curiosity wouldn’t leave her alone if she returned now.

Surprisingly, the sliding door was left ajar and she was able to take a peek inside, and perhaps look for suitable food maybe? One that looked like it possessed such a delectable scent. Leal slowly slid the entrance door open, hoping that a guard wouldn’t see her too early. She’s sure that a top-tier company like this won’t leave its entrances unguarded or ajar.

Leal slowly poked her head inside the base floor, and after looking around for a few moments, she straightened her pantsuit and her posture and walked casually to look like she was an employee. She doesn’t look like she’s sneaking in at all.

She discreetly threw a few glances around the floor as her nose continued inhaling the sweet scent. She didn’t know what it was, but she needed to know where it came from. And what it’s doing to her body, arousing her for no reason at all, is ridiculous!

Izzy would probably laugh at me if I told her I was turned on by a smell! She thought, imagining what her friend’s reaction would be.

Even after a few minutes of walking around the floor, no guard came to her nor questioned her. Was it because of her good acting? Or was it that they didn’t really care if outsiders were wandering inside their exclusive walls? The ignorance of the people started to worry Leal. Will it put her into more trouble?

Suddenly, Leal heard a faint ding from a distance. She looked at where it came from and saw the elevator door opening. Leal, who was unexplainably anticipating who was inside the metal contraption, stood at a distance and set her eyes on the elevator. Her cerulean orbs glinted as her nose inhaled the scent once more, this time stronger, and intoxicated Leal.

She shut her eyes and felt the stirring delight the fragrance sent to her hormones. It was doing unexplainable things to her, and she liked it.

Finally, fluttering her eyes open, she instantly gazes at a deep set of coal-black orbs. The dazzling pair was owned by a man in his two-piece suit, his angled jaw twitching as an enigmatic emotion flickered in his eyes. He licked his rosy lips, as his light stubble shone through the light.

Leal felt like all the air left her system, as her knees wobbled at the sight of such a divine God.

His intense gaze at her made her part her lips in surprise and desire. The aroma of rosewood strengthened and what added to her arousal was the coruscating glint in the dark eyes of oblivion of his. She didn’t know who he was, but by the moment they locked gazes, her stomach churned as she felt butterflies go wild inside her stomach. Leal, unconsciously, walked toward the reincarnation of Adonis, who ignored his interlocutor once they got out of the elevator.

She gulped at the mere sight of him. God, he was heavenly, she thought.

Once she neared him, she had to lift her chin to meet his gaze, as he was also very tall. He was everything. At this point, Leal’s mind wasn’t working. She’s driven by her emotions and doesn’t think about what she’s going to say, which is so unlike her. All she wanted was to see him more often, and that was what she was going to do.

Stuttering, she asks, “Do you need a secretary?”

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His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda

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Total word count: 150k

Genre: Romantasy

Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance

This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.