Lily When my eyes flutter open, I’m confused. This isn’t my shitty apartment, but a nice master bedroom with furniture that looks like it cost a fortune. The walls are painted a warm creamy white, and the large open windows let in streams of sunshine, illuminating hummingbird feeders that hang outside. A plush beige rug is spread on the floor, creating an inviting space in front of the tall four-poster bed I’m currently resting on. I’m almost ashamed to be using it. Its pristine white sheets are too nice for a rogue to sleep on. “That’s right...” I groan to myself and place my hand over the little bump on my stomach, rubbing it as I whisper to myself in an irritated voice. “I told Wesley that I’m pregnant with his child, and he brought me here...shit. How could I forget?” It’s all coming back to me now. How rude Wesley was in the limousine and how he didn’t even tell me goodnight before disappearing inside his study. I slowly slip out of bed and grab my robe from the side table. I
LilyAfter finishing eating breakfast with Eva, I’m not too surprised when Wesley strides into the kitchen while looking stressed. It seems like he just jumped into his suit without ironing it first. There are folds in it, and the upper buttons are open to reveal more skin and muscles that I’m comfortable with. It really confuses me how Wesley is both attractive and intimidating all at the same time...“Wesley, darling, that suit is obviously too small for your shoulders,” Eva points out to her grandson. “You should head upstairs to get another one.”“There is no time for that. I’m meeting with my client in ten minutes,” he glares around the room and runs a hand through his dark hair. It’s messy, like he hasn’t had time to fix it, but somehow, that only makes him look sexier. “Where is my breakfast?”Eva lifts an eyebrow. “Honey, I think you’re old enough to make your own breakfast.”Wesley glares at her. “You made breakfast for the rogue but not for your own grandson?”“Her name is L
WesleyI can’t believe this. It’s only lunchtime, and I’m already close to losing my damn mind. I showed Lily to her desk after we arrived at Brooks Industries. She has a small office that you need to walk through to get to mine, and therefore, I keep all of my folders inside her office. The only problem is that my old secretary, whom I fired, didn’t sort them. Therefore, I ordered Lily to sort my folders and arrange them on their bookshelf, something I would expect of my new secretary.But what I come back to almost gives me a heart attack.Every white and professional-looking folder has been replaced with a new shiny, and pastel-colored one. There are glittering animals and stars everywhere. It honestly looks like a unicorn puked over the bookshelf, and I take a step back, placing my thumb and forefinger between my eyebrows as if that somehow will help ward off my incoming headache.I can’t believe this...How could my grandmother betray me by convincing me to hire this person? Just
LilyLess than five minutes ago, three werewolf men dressed in navy-colored suits entered Wesley’s office without so much as a greeting to me. Now I can hear one of them, probably Wesley’s Beta, shouting without any restraint.“I can’t believe you’re protecting a rogue after what happened to my sister!” he yells. “How could you do this to me? Don’t you remember what happened the last time you trusted a fucking rogue?!”I stop breathing and stare at the closed door with a heavy feeling in my heart. I know the conversation taking place is private between Wesley and his pack members, but it’s not like I can ignore their discussion.“Stop yelling at me and sit down, Freddy.” Wesley says in his Alpha voice. He is calm, but his tone demands respect, and even though Wesley isn’t my Alpha, goosebumps prickle over my skin—he is strong. Very strong.I swallow thickly and hear Freddy pull a chair from the wall and drag it closer to Wesley’s desk. He sits down on it and begins speaking again, in
Lily“Are you okay?” Wesley asks, but when I look up at him, his face isn’t gentle and not very caring either. He truly lives up to the office rumor of his heart being made out of ice.I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Wesley studies me for a long moment before walking over to his desk and taking a seat. I’m unsure whether to leave or stay, still feeling shaken from what I just witnessed. But before I can even think of leaving, Wesley speaks.“You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on conversations you’re not part of,” he says sternly, his gaze piercing into mine.“I know. I’m sorry,” I say, keeping my eyes downcast.He leans forward, his elbows on the desk. “But you don’t have to worry about Freddy. He won’t bother you again.”“I’m not worried about him,” I say, looking up at him. Not a hair is out of place, and he looks so composed and calm that it’s almost scary. It makes me whisper my following sentence. “I’m more worried about you.”This seems to surprise him because he arches a half-
LilyAs we enter the conference room, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It doesn’t work. My heart is racing, and I can feel sweat starting to gather in uncomfortable places. I haven’t smoked in forever, and even though I don’t consider myself an addict, it did help me calm down.But I need to learn how to function without it. I’m determined about that and take another deep breath. This is just a meeting, I remind myself. It’s not the end of the world.Wesley, oblivious to my panic attack, takes a seat at the head of the long table. I sit down next to him, feeling like a mouse in a room full of lions. The other men in the room are all tall and muscular, their suits tailored to fit their frames perfectly. They stare at me with cold eyes, and I shrink into my seat, wishing I could disappear.“This is Lily Lopez,” Wesley announces as he gestures at me, and the men nod in acknowledgment. “She is my new secretary, and I expect her to be taking notes for us during the entire
Lily“What happened to her?” I blurt out as Wesley parks the car in the courtyard. It’s dark outside, and the only reason it’s not pitch-black in the car is due to the light in the garden.“What happened to who?”My heart pounds as I see his scowl across the middle console. I have no business asking him about Mirelle, his ex-mate, but my curiosity is working against me. I want to know more about the man called Wesley Brooks. Learn what makes him smile and what makes him cry. Is that so wrong?“Mirelle,” I say. “What happened to her?”The second I say her name, I see pain flash across Wesley’s face, but there is also anger. “What makes you think that you and I are close enough for you to ask me personal questions about my ex-wife? You might live with me and carry my child, Lily, but Mirelle is a subject I won’t be discussing with you.”The words tumble out of my lips. “I already know her cause of death has something to do with rogues.”Oh my god.Did I really just admit to having eaves
WesleyWho places a gift in someone’s hand after they’ve called you a spreading disease?Lily Lopez does.That sparkly, smiling, and weird assistant of mine is absolutely mad. I chewed off her head in the car earlier, yet she still gave me that sticker. A sticker that obviously means something to her, a token of her optimistic personality perhaps, and now it’s all that I can think about. That sticker has become a symbol of her endurance, and it has made me question my own.As I sit on my bed, staring at the sticker in the palm of my hand, I wonder what Lily sees in me. I’m a miserable Alpha who has pushed away almost everyone in his life. I’m a chronic workaholic, sacrificing my personal relationships for success. Yet that woman is trying so hard to get to know me, and I don’t understand why!I rejected Lily as my second chance mate. I’ve treated her like trash and been nothing but condescending in our conversations, yet she keeps trying to get to know me. She just never gives up! She