My Unexpected Lycan Mate

Eve looked at the clock on the wall behind the desk for the fifth time before looking at the immaculately dressed blonde woman sitting behind it. She cleared her throat, but the woman continued to ignore her.“Excuse me,” Eve finally said, tapping on the desk with her nails. “My name is Eve Rolands, and I need some information.” The woman slowly looked up from the papers she’d been reading to look at her. A faint sneer crossed her face as she looked Eve over before composing her face back into the bored look she’d been wearing. Eve briefly wondered if putting her long dark hair in a bun looked too matronly before mentally shaking her head. She knew she looked good in her blue jacket with the matching skirt and heels. Her upswept hair showed off her simple but tasteful necklace and earrings. Looking down her nose at Eve, the woman asked in an equally bored voice, “How can I help you?” Eve flushed but didn’t let any other sign of embarrassment show. Tugging at the hem of her jacke

“What?” Linda asked, perking up and looking around. “Where is he?”Eve slumped into her seat and hissed, “Don’t look at him!” Sighing and tilting her head, Linda asked, “How can I look at him if I don’t know where he is?” Eve glanced at him again and saw he was deep in conversation with another man. He hadn’t noticed her. Sitting up, she jerked her thumb toward the other side of the room. “Do you see the gorgeous guy sitting at that table across the room?” she asked. “He’s talking to the blonde guy in the blue suit.” Linda turned to look and asked, “You mean the hot guy coming this way?” “What?!” Eve yelped, sitting straight and turning to look. Sure enough, Arec was walking toward their table with a smile. “I feel sick,” Eve whispered, not taking her eyes off him as he walked closer. “I didn’t expect to see you here at my favorite restaurant, Ms. Rolands,” he said as he stopped beside their table. “Or may I call you Eve since we’re outside the office?” She tried to smil

When she woke in the morning, it felt like her brain was pounding against her skull to get out. Groaning, she rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Man, I had some weird dreams last night,” she muttered. She tried to remember them, but they disappeared like smoke in the wind as she reached for them. Shrugging, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She saw her dress in the sink and the bloody jacket on the floor and said, “So, it really did happen.” Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at herself in the mirror, pulling off her pajama top. The bandage looked clean, so she peeled it off the wound and gasped. The skin didn’t have a mark on it! “What the hell?” she whispered as she looked at her shoulder. “I know I didn’t dream what happened!” Leaning closer to the mirror, she saw two faint red marks on her shoulder where the wound had been. “So, the wound was there,” she said, probing the spot with her fingers. “How in the hell did it heal so fast?” After staring at it for

Eve’s face fell, and she told Arec, “I’ve already made plans for lunch tomorrow.” “Oh? Is Linda meeting you or something?” he asked. She shook her head and told him, “I’m meeting a new guy I met in the cafe around the corner.” Anger crossed his face so fast, she wasn’t sure she’d seen it. She blinked, only to see him smiling with regret at her. “Seems like I moved too slow,” he said. “Maybe the next day, then.” She nodded and said, “That would be nice.” He smiled wider and nodded. “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told her, stepping back from the car. “See you then,” she said, putting the car in reverse. As she pulled out of the parking garage, she saw him staring after her and frowned. “What’s that all about?” she muttered. The next day went smoothly. While Eve had been worried that Arec would treat her differently because he seemed upset about her having lunch with someone else, he didn’t seem to treat her any differently than he had the day before. When lunchtim

Getting out of her car, Eve stared up at the building. “Impressive, isn’t it?” She jumped and whirled around to see Arec walking up to her with a grin. “It’s beautiful,” she said, turning back to look at the scenery. Then, looking down at her work clothes, she added, “I feel as if I’m underdressed to go inside. It looks like a pretty fancy restaurant.” “Nonsense,” he told her. “You look beautiful.” He held his arm out for her to take. She slid her hand into the crook of his elbow, and they walked toward the front door. “Mr. Lyons,” the hostess behind the podium greeted Arec. “So good to see you this evening.” She turned her gaze toward Eve and nodded. “And your lovely companion,” she added. Eve nodded back to her. “Would you like your usual table?” the hostess asked, walking out from behind the podium. Arec glanced at Eve and nodded. “Yes, Sara,” he said. “That would be nice. Thank you.” The hostess led them deep into the building to a table in front of a large w