LOGINClara Bennett
I couldn’t sit still. After Victor left, the apartment felt too small, too quiet, and way too dangerous. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling as I paced the tiny living room. Ryder’s text still glowed on my phone screen... I stared at it for the hundredth time. Should I reply? What if I sounded too eager? What if I sounded cold and he got suspicious? “Ugh,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My throat felt dry from all the crying. I needed water. I walked to the kitchen on shaky legs, my bare feet cold against the cheap tiles. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and took a big gulp. The cool liquid did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest. My phone suddenly rang. The glass nearly slipped from my hand. Ryder’s name flashed on the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I stared at the ringing phone, frozen. *Pick up. Don’t pick up. Pick up.* On the fourth ring, I swiped to answer, pressing the phone to my ear with a shaky hand. “Hello?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “Clara,” Ryder’s deep, smooth voice filled my ear. “I hope I’m not calling too late...I got your number from your file...I am sorry. I hope I am not disturbing.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, my free hand gripping the edge so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Mr. West… no, it’s fine. I was just… uhm...We can talk.. I hope i am not in trouble.” There was a short pause. I could hear him shifting in his seat, probably still in that expensive car. “I wanted to check on you,” he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. “After dropping you off, I kept thinking about what you told me. About your mom...I can imagine what you are going through. I hope you’re okay.” My eyes stung with fresh tears. I blinked them back hard, biting my lip. Why did he have to sound like he actually cared? “I’m… managing,” I whispered, my voice cracking a little. “Why are you checking up on me? I’m just your new assistant. You don’t have to do this.” Ryder let out a low chuckle that sent warmth straight through my body despite everything. “Because I like you, Clara. You’re different from the others who work for me. I want to be friends. Even if I’m your boss.” “Friends.“ The word hit me like a slap and a caress at the same time. My heart was beating so fast I felt dizzy. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady myself. “Friends?” I repeated, my voice shaky. “You really mean that?” “Yes,” he said firmly. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. Think about it. No pressure.” I closed my eyes, guilt twisting like a knife in my stomach. Here he was, being kind, while I was planning to betray him. But guilt wouldn’t save Mom. I needed those confidential papers I saw in his car. Friendship was the perfect way in. “I… I’ll think about it,” I said softly, my fingers tightening around the phone. “Good,” Ryder replied, sounding pleased. “Also, I have a small gift for you. I’ll give it to you tomorrow at the office.” “A gift?” My eyebrows shot up. “You don’t have to....” “I want to,” he cut in. “Sleep well, Clara. I’ll see you in the morning.” The call ended. I stood there in the kitchen for a long moment, staring at my phone. My hands were still shaking badly. My cheeks felt hot. Guilt ate at me, but I pushed it down. *This is for Mom. I have to do this.* Getting close to him was the only way to save her. The documents in his car… I had to find a way to get them. ***** **Ryder West's pov** I sat in my car outside the massive gates of my mansion, the engine still running. The half moon hung low in the sky, casting silver light over everything. I leaned back in the driver’s seat and let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Why the hell did I call her?” I muttered to myself. “She’s just an assistant.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Something about Clara Bennett pulled at me like nothing else ever had. My wolf...Timber...stirred inside me, purring with raw need. It wanted her. Badly. The half moon was already making it harder to control. I could feel the beast pushing against my skin, restless and hungry for the woman who smelled like wildflowers and honey. I reached into my glove compartment and pulled out the small vial. The dark liquid glowed faintly under the moonlight. I popped the cap and drank it in one swallow, grimacing at the bitter taste. “Thank you, Mom,” I whispered. That potion was the last thing she left me before she died. It helped cage the wolf, masked my scent, and kept my secret safe. No one could suspect what I really was. The surge of power hit me instantly. The wolf calmed, but the attraction to Clara only burned hotter. I had never felt this strongly about any woman. Not like this. I reached into the center console and pulled out the moon stone necklace. The stone shimmered with inner light ...a powerful protective charm. I placed it carefully inside a small red gift box and tied it with a black ribbon. A small smile crossed my lips. “This should protect her,” I said quietly, staring at the box. “Especially with the full moon coming soon. Protect her… from me.” I started the car and drove through the gates, but my mind stayed on Clara. Tomorrow, I would give her the gift. Tomorrow, I would get closer. “I hope she doesn't turn me down.“Clara BennettI couldn’t sit still. After Victor left, the apartment felt too small, too quiet, and way too dangerous. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling as I paced the tiny living room. Ryder’s text still glowed on my phone screen...I stared at it for the hundredth time. Should I reply? What if I sounded too eager? What if I sounded cold and he got suspicious?“Ugh,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My throat felt dry from all the crying. I needed water.I walked to the kitchen on shaky legs, my bare feet cold against the cheap tiles. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and took a big gulp. The cool liquid did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest.My phone suddenly rang.The glass nearly slipped from my hand. Ryder’s name flashed on the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I stared at the ringing phone, frozen. *Pick up. Don’t pick up. Pick up.*On the fourth ring, I swiped to answer, pressing the phone to my ear with a shak
Clara BennettI barely made it inside my apartment before the dread hit me like a truck. My hands were still shaking from Ryder’s touch, from the way he had looked at me like I actually mattered. I locked the door, leaning my back against it and letting out a long, exhausted breath.That’s when I smelled it .... that same expensive cologne that used to make my stomach flutter. Now it made me want to vomit.Victor stepped out of the shadows of my tiny living room like he owned the place. He was sitting on my couch, legs crossed, holding a glass of my cheap wine like it was champagne.“Welcome home, darling,” he said with that smooth, fake smile. “How was your first day with the big bad wolf?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I dropped my bag and took a step back. “How the hell did you get in here?”Victor laughed softly and stood up, walking toward me slowly. “I still have my key. You never asked for it back, remember? Or were you hoping I’d come crawling back?”I crossed my arms tig
Clara BennettMy legs felt like jelly as I walked through the empty parking lot. It was already past 9 PM, and the cold night air bit through my thin jacket. I clutched my bag tightly against my chest, my mind still replaying every second of that charged moment in Ryder’s office. *Not yet.* Those two words from him had been running on repeat in my head like a warning.I was so distracted that I didn’t see him coming.Ryder suddenly stepped out from between two parked cars, tall and powerful in his perfectly tailored black suit. We collided hard. My bag slipped from my hands, and half my files went flying everywhere across the asphalt.“Ah!” I gasped, bending down quickly to grab them before the wind carried them away.“Clara,” Ryder’s deep voice cut through the night. He crouched beside me instantly, helping pick up the scattered papers with those big, strong hands. “I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”Our fingers brushed as we both reached for the same document. A stupid spa
Clara Bennett Ryder stopped right in front of me, his tall, powerful frame blocking out everything else in the room. His dark eyes moved slowly from my face to Amelia, who was still clinging to his arm like she owned him. “Mr. West, please!” Amelia whined in that annoying high-pitched voice, pressing her fake breasts against his side. “She was snooping through your desk like a thief! She even called me a bitch! You can’t trust this cheap little nobody!” I kept my chin up, even though my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode. *This is it. I’m done. Victor is going to kill me and my mom.* Ryder’s jaw tightened, then he looked at me with that cold, intense stare that made my knees feel weak. “Clara. Is what she’s saying true?” Before I could even open my mouth, Amelia cut in again, her voice dripping with tears. “Of course it’s true! I saw everything! She was digging through your drawers like some desperate spy. She’s obviously jealous because I’m close to you an
Clara Bennett I sat rigidly in the chair across from Ryder’s massive desk with my back straight as a rod. It was only my first day, and I already felt like a complete nervous wreck. My palms were sweaty, and every time his intense gaze swept over me, my pulse quickened like a startled rabbit. He had even brought me coffee earlier, it was black with one sugar, exactly how I liked it. I couldn't even ask how he knew, probably a wild guess…right? He gave it to me with a small gentle smile. The rumors painted him as rude, cruel, and ice-cold. Yet this man… this man was pure kindness wrapped in a terrifyingly attractive package. As I typed on the computer.. I heard him shift a little then, he excused himself politely. I blinked several times to make sure he was actually talking to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable.” He closed the mahogany door softly behind him like a true gentleman. The second he was gone, I let out a shaky breath. I grippe
Clara Bennett My feet dragged against the cracked sidewalk as I made my way back to where they had dumped my car. Every step I took sent a painful reminder through my bruised ribs that my mom was held back there. I glanced back and saw them drag her out to who knows where. I felt helpless. The cold night air bit at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside my chest. This wasn't the Victor I fell in love with. That sweet guy who used to bring me cheap chocolate and kiss my forehead after a long day? He was gone. In his place was this cold monster who smiled while holding my mother’s life in his hands. I reached my car which was still parked crookedly on the side of the empty street. As I yanked the door open, I glanced up at the sky and saw a perfect full moon hanging heavy and bright, bathing everything in silvery light. “Great,” I muttered, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Werewolves. What the hell do werewolves even do for a living?” I let out a bi







