เข้าสู่ระบบShe is human. He is an Alpha who rules by blood and claws. When fate drags a fragile human girl into a world of werewolves, rejection isn’t the worst thing she faces, survival is. Bound to an Alpha who sees her as weakness, she must endure cruelty, desire, and a bond that should never have existed. “Please, Alpha… I’m just human.” But mercy has never been an Alpha’s strength.
ดูเพิ่มเติมThe ride to Levi’s penthouse was a blur of rain-slicked streets and suffocating silence. Eric drove the Maybach like he was auditioning for a chase scene in an action movie; fast, aggressive, but terrifyingly smooth.I sat pressed against the leather door, clutching my bag to my chest. Levi sat on the other side of the backseat, staring out the window. His body was rigid, radiating a tension so palpable it felt like the air pressure in the car had dropped."Stop overthinking," Levi murmured, not turning his head."I'm not overthinking," I snapped, my nerves fraying. "I'm rationally analyzing the fact that my client just kidnapped me because I found a receipt for industrial chemicals."Levi turned then. The passing streetlights cut across his face, illuminating the sharp angle of his jaw and the dangerous glint in his eyes."If I wanted to kidnap you, Maya, you wouldn't be in a luxury sedan. You'd be over my shoulder."My stomach did a traitorous flip. "Is that supposed to be reassurin
I didn't take a cab back to the office. I walked.I needed the cold Seattle drizzle to cool the heat blazing on my cheeks. A pet. The audacity. The sheer, unmitigated arrogance.I stormed through the revolving doors of Cohen Enterprises, ignoring the startled look of the security guard, and marched straight to the elevators. My new boots clicked a furious rhythm on the marble floors, a sharp, aggressive sound that matched my mood perfectly.When I reached the fifteenth floor, it was nearly empty. The admin staff had gone home for the day, leaving the office in a state of humming silence. Mrs. Vance’s office door was closed, the blinds drawn.Good.I threw my bag onto my desk in the glass fishbowl they called an office and sat down. My hands were shaking, not from cold, but from adrenaline."Focus, Maya," I hissed to myself. "Forget the eyes. Forget the steak. Forget the blonde ice queen. Follow the money."I opened my laptop and dove back into the data. Levi had said to look for what
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, my ankle propped up on a stack of pillows, staring at a container of lukewarm Pad Thai. Outside, the Seattle rain was still hammering against the glass, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and grey.My mind, however, wasn't on the rain. It was stuck on the memory of electric amber eyes and the smell of pine and earth.I took a bite of noodles, chewing mechanically. Levi Cohen.I knew who he was now. The billionaire client. The "Wolf." And apparently, the man who could move fast enough to dodge a hydroplaning car. My shoulder gave a phantom throb, a dull ache that hadn't subsided since he touched me.A sharp knock at the door made me jump.I hobbled over, checking the peephole. It was a bellhop, holding a matte black box tied with a silver ribbon."Delivery for Ms. Brooks," he said when I opened the door."I didn't order anything.""A gentleman left it at the front desk, ma'am. He said it was urgent."I took the box, tipped the guy a few do
I violently shoved a thick woolen sweater into my suitcase, cursing the zipper when it refused to budge. Three hours until my flight. Ninety minutes until I had to be in a cab. And I was currently fighting a losing battle with polyester blends."You're doing it wrong."I looked up to see Ivy leaning against my bedroom doorframe, holding a glass of green juice that probably cost more than my hourly rate. Ivy Caldwell was my roommate, my best friend, and the only reason I wasn't currently living in a cardboard box. She came from old money, the kind that vacationed in the Hamptons and had buildings named after them but she rebelled by living with me and working as a graphic designer."I'm packing," I grunted, sitting on the suitcase to force it shut. "Or trying to."Ivy walked over, set her juice on my nightstand, and nudged me off the luggage. "You're packing for a funeral. Grey, black, navy blue. Maya, you're going to Seattle, not a wake.""I'm an auditor, Ivy. We're the funeral direct
Walking home alone was a colossal mistake. That thought looped in my mind for the hundredth time, keeping time with the click of my heels. A sliver of regret pricked at my chest for turning down Julian’s offer to drive me home. In truth, it was my stubborn pride that had glued my lips shut and






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