He might as well be leading her to the lion's den.
Xavier thought as he stepped to the side, making room for Annette to leave the elevator ahead of him.
He was in shock when he spotted Annette McKinney in the lobby today, she was the last person he was expecting to see.
She stepped out of the lift, giving him a small nod of the head and walked past him. Xavier took the opportunity to study her; he swept his gaze over her body while she wasn't paying attention.
And damn, she was no longer the little girl he once knew; she had grown into a beautiful woman and a hot one at that. Her once slender figure has developed into an irresistible hourglass figure, taking the look of a seductress that can bring any man to his knees.
She had her hair in a ponytail; the length of her hair reached her ass. She had on a simple dress that gave a perfect outline of her curves but not too much.
She looks like a seductress without even trying. She was absolutely gorgeous. As he studied her, a feeling swept through him—the feeling of lust. Heat flooded this body straight to his cock.
His wolf was restless, growling in lust. While she wasn't looking, he had to quickly adjust to release the tightness in his trousers. He had to stop himself from letting out a groan, praying she didn't see him checking her out. With a neutral look on his face, he followed her. But she has always been in control of him.
Curse the control she had over him, had always had over him, even when they were young. In the past, when his father was the alpha of the pack, there had been the policy of not associating with humans, but he had always done otherwise.
Now he was the alpha.
"You have a beautiful office and huge," she said, walking towards the floor to ceiling windows and taking in the view of the city below before surveying the office.
"I like my space," he said while taking a seat behind his desk.
"Have a seat," he said to her, pointing at one of the seats in front of his desk.
Getting comfortable in his chair, his eyes settled on her; he could tell that he made her uncomfortable. He could detect it; his wolf could smell anxiousness and worries; it flooded his office.
Evidently, the situation was something worse than just James getting into trouble again. Very critical if she had to come to him seeking help after all these years. Whatever the case maybe, it did not concern him.
She had been on his mind for years that he was sure of, in his thoughts, in his dream for as long as he could remember, and for that reason, he must have her before she leaves.
And now he was in control because she wanted something from him.
"So tell me, what trouble has James stirred up this time around?"
He had been keeping track of her all these years. He had a folder of all her activities in his drawer, and he had to fight the urge to take it out and flip through. He kept telling himself that the reason for the file is to know what her money-hungry aunt is up to and if she has found another way into the pack or Michaelson fortune.
But it was all lies, he simply wanted to know more about the woman standing before him.
She was not like her aunt, who decided to marry a rich husband and live off his wealth. Annette had gotten a degree in business, gotten a job in order to afford tuition free, and rented a small apartment in the calm part of the city.
When she had enough money, she started her own pastry business in the city. The information he got says that her business is visible, lucrative, and has a good reputation.
Not a lot impressed Xavier, but she manages to do so, and he doesn't intend on letting her know that.
"He has been out of control lately," she said, twiddling her thumb but stopping when she became aware of her action and folded her hands on her laps.
"He is looking at starting his own business in other to assist himself as well as support the family which we need,"
"So you stay with your cousin and aunt?" he asked, already knowing the answer from the file he had on her.
From what the file says, Josephine is a parasite who stopped working the moment Annette started making money.
"Yes, we all live together, things are a little bit tight. My aunt has not been able to get a job, so James is trying to earn some money." She said with a sigh, her gaze meeting his.
"His contribution has really helped a lot, and I was able to save some money when his earnings increased."
He nobbed his head at what she was saying because he totally understood her. Some may assume that because he was a Michaelson, he did not understand what it means to save and that he had everything early, but that is far from the truth.
During his time at the university, he had been on a budget; whatever he had, he had saved for or earned through working for his father. Since he was smart and understood the world of business at an early age, he made more money than people his age.
Annette managed to avoid Xavier for most of the day by escaping to the library. Not hard when he also appeared to be doing his best to avoid her. Probably didn’t want reminded of his mistake. The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced what they’d had was just a bit of fun for him. That she was just a human plaything to be put aside when his duty to mate for the pack came calling. Asshole. She’d thought that about him so often in the last few hours, she should really append it as a prefix to his name. Scowling, she realized she’d re-read the same six sentences of her book for the last hour or so. With a sigh, she closed it and stood. It was a new one by her favorite author, one she hadn’t gotten around to reading yet, so to find it on the shelves of Xavier’s library had been a surprise. In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan.Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps somethi
Of all the screwed-up, shitty situations to find herself in. Still fuming, Annette stormed through the manor like all the hounds of hell marched at her heels. She had no real idea where she was going, and to be honest, she really didn’t care. All she wanted was to get as far from Xavier as physically possible. Her expression was like thunder, so dark and ominous that the staff scattered before her, even though they were full werewolf and she, apparently, was not. At the moment, though, she really didn’t care. One more asshole mentioned pack law and she’d tear them a new one, werewolf or frigging not.By the time she’d worked her way down to the kitchens, her usual refuge in times of stress, her anger had turned to misery and a hard knot formed in the back of her throat. Hearing voices ahead, she ducked into a storeroom and pulled the door shut. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes. As a human she hadn’t been good enough for Xavier, she’d known that— accepted that. But to find out
“You were dying. What would you expect I do… Leave you there?” His expression was hard, like a whip. “Give me some credit, Annette. I wouldn’t let you die. Not while you’re in my care.”He hadn’t answered her question. His expression said he wasn’t going to. Anger flared and a snarl rumbled in the back of her throat. It wasn’t a human sound; that made no sense, but she was too pissed off to care.“Dammit, Xavier.” She slammed her hands into his broad chest and shoved. It was like trying to shove a cliff but he rocked back on his feet, surprise in his eyes. “Just give me a straight fucking answer.”He grabbed her wrists, yanked her up against him as he turned, pinning her between him and broad desk. The heat simmering through her veins turned volcanic, supercharged, and shot through her veins. Her body went pliant in his grasp, her curves against the hard muscled planes of his larger form. Damn traitorous thing.“Answer?” His voice was no less a snarl than hers had been. “I’ll give
“No, how the hell should I know how many can take a bite?” she admitted. And she didn’t have a clue. She knew werewolf carefully controlled who they bit, that they had to have permission from the pack alpha. Her auntie, wanting to sink her claws deeper into the Michaelson fortune, had petitioned Richard to turn them. All of them. She hadn’t even thought to ask her son and niece whether they wanted to be a werewolf or not. All she’d seen was a way to ensure she kept her place and access to the money she liked so much. Annette would have; she knew that without thinking. Anything to learn more about werewolf and perhaps get closer to Xavier. But the request had been denied by his father. Repeatedly. Eventually even Josephine had gotten the message. They weren’t good enough to be werewolf. A message which had been driven home hard and fast, and she still felt the sting of today.If she wasn’t good enough, why had Xavier transformed her?“Why?”Even standing on the other side of the desk
Annette couldn’t be a werewolf. No way, no how.Sure, she’d woken up after her near death experience with abilities she hadn’t had before. Things like seeing smells, vision like a hawk, and hearing so accurate she could pinpoint a mouse farting three rooms away. So far though, there had been no hint of fur (apart from her legs, which were in desperate need of a shave after a week of inattention). New abilities though, didn’t mean she was a werewolf. She’d read somewhere that people who suffered head trauma sometimes gained completely new skills—like being able to speak a new language, play an instrument, or suddenly became an uber-smart math whiz. Acquired Savant Syndrome or something. Yeah, that had to be it. The accident that had nearly killed her had obviously left her with some side effects. A frown creased her brow. No one would tell her much about the accident either. All they would say was that she was lucky to be alive, and if she wanted more details then she needed to spea
He wasn’t strong enough to let her go. He couldn’t have her, but still he couldn’t release her to start a new life without him. Dammit. He closed his eyes, the weakness shaming him. He should send her away, but he couldn’t. Not yet. A presence behind him made him open his eyes and look up. He didn’t need to turn. The wolf, always alert, had already picked up the scent of another werewolf Male, with the unmistakable frisson only generated by another alpha, and a familiar scent.George. His second cousin, or something like that, on his father's side. An alpha himself, he’d joined the army right out of college and returned last year, bringing valuable medical training they sorely needed. Sure, Xavier could hire a private doctor, but there was nothing like a battlefield surgeon who understood how the werewolf body worked. “Any signs?” he asked over his shoulder.“Nothing yet. I have Ruth watching her for any changes.” George joined him at the window. Taller and broader in the shoulder,