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Chapter 12: The Public Display

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​The unspoken tension resulting from the midnight encounter in the archives was a living thing, stretched taut between the two wings of the penthouse. Damon hadn't summoned Evie again, nor had he commented on her identification of the "coercion flaw" in the Northern Acquisitions. His silence was deliberate: a cold, powerful refusal to acknowledge the intimacy their shared intellect had briefly sparked.

​But the Mate Bond, once awakened by their proximity and mental collaboration, refused to retreat. Evie still felt the persistent, restless heat—a deep, visceral ache that made the solitude unbearable.

​The summons for the next public event came late the following afternoon, delivered not by Marcus’s official memo, but by a sudden, sharp rap on her door. It was Damon himself.

​He stood in her suite for the first time—a deliberate violation of the spirit of the spatial separation—his presence instantly shrinking the enormous room. He was dressed in a dark suit, his expression severe, his
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  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 13: Evie's Rebellion

    The morning after the Founder’s Gala felt like the aftermath of a fever dream, leaving Evie with a physical and emotional hangover that no amount of sterile, penthouse-brewed coffee could dull. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her suite, watching the gray mist of a coastal rain roll over Aethel City. On her left wrist, the faint, purple-yellow ghost of Damon’s thumbprints served as a brutal reminder of his "affection."​He had commanded "professional recovery," a clinical term for the absolute isolation intended to starve the Mate Bond of the oxygen it had stolen during their public kiss. But there was no recovery for Evie. The bond wasn't a wound that healed; it was a parasitic tether. It hummed in her marrow, a low-frequency vibration that made the very air in her suite feel stagnant. Every minute she spent in this gilded West Wing felt like a year, the silence of the room amplifying the frantic beat of her own heart.​She was an architect. She understood the psychol

  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 12: The Public Display

    ​The unspoken tension resulting from the midnight encounter in the archives was a living thing, stretched taut between the two wings of the penthouse. Damon hadn't summoned Evie again, nor had he commented on her identification of the "coercion flaw" in the Northern Acquisitions. His silence was deliberate: a cold, powerful refusal to acknowledge the intimacy their shared intellect had briefly sparked.​But the Mate Bond, once awakened by their proximity and mental collaboration, refused to retreat. Evie still felt the persistent, restless heat—a deep, visceral ache that made the solitude unbearable.​The summons for the next public event came late the following afternoon, delivered not by Marcus’s official memo, but by a sudden, sharp rap on her door. It was Damon himself.​He stood in her suite for the first time—a deliberate violation of the spirit of the spatial separation—his presence instantly shrinking the enormous room. He was dressed in a dark suit, his expression severe, his

  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 11: A Midnight Encounter

    ​The confrontation in the conference room had shattered the fragile truce that maintained the contract’s illusion. Evie retreated to her suite, but sleep was an impossibility. The suppressed Mate Bond, enraged by the Alpha’s aggressive suppression, now felt like a persistent, low-grade electrical current running just beneath her skin. She was restless, hot, and utterly consumed by the involuntary awareness of the man separated from her by several hundred feet of steel and concrete.​She paced for hours. The digital clock on her nightstand cycled past midnight, then one in the morning. Even Jace, the tireless sentinel, looked heavier than usual, leaning against the wall near the door with the strained posture of someone fighting a losing battle against gravitational pull.​Evie knew the pacing was useless. Her body was craving proximity to the Alpha, and the architecture of her prison, designed to enforce distance, was only amplifying the biological desperation. She had to break the pa

  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 10: Scent and Suppression

    ​The meticulously organized database of 'Anomalous Acquisitions' sat dormant on Evie’s quarantined terminal, a silent time bomb hidden within the administrative files. The knowledge—that Rourke Industries’ foundation was riddled with calculated corporate coercion, signed off by Marcus—was a heavy weight on her conscience, but it was also a shield. She finally understood the true nature of the war: it wasn't just about ancient boundaries; it was about modern corruption, and she held the key to both the problem and the solution.​The concentration required to analyze thirty years of legal manipulation had, thankfully, served as a profound distraction. But with the analytical work finished, the relentless pressure of her confinement and the sheer, physical presence of Damon Rourke in the isolated Eastern wing began to assert itself.​Evie felt it first as an almost undetectable shift in the air pressure, a humming tension that followed the line of the reinforced wall separating their sui

  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 9: The Office Assignment

    ​The morning after her confrontation with Marcus, Evie felt a renewed, almost fierce drive to work. The isolation of the penthouse, coupled with the heavy weight of the contract and the Beta's open suspicion, demanded that she focus on the only thing she truly controlled: her intellect. If she was going to be an indispensable weapon, she needed a battlefield.​She contacted Damon directly via the secure video link. He answered quickly, his environment suggesting he was already deep into his corporate routine—dark wood, sleek screens, and the unmistakable sound of a large office operating with quiet intensity.​“Yes, Evelyn. State your need,” he commanded, his golden eyes sharp and businesslike.​“I require meaningful work, Damon,” Evie stated, leaning toward the camera. “I am not a figurehead designed to wait for the next social function. My justification for being here is my professional capability. I need to be actively involved in countering Kellen’s legal strategy.”​Damon paused,

  • THE CEO'S CONTRACT LUNA    Chapter 8: The Beta’s Mistrust

    ​The incident with Seraphina had left a sharp, lingering residue of tension in the Rourke Tower penthouse. For Evie, the confrontation was a victory—a successful defense of her contractual territory. But for Marcus, the Alpha’s Beta, it was merely another data point reinforcing his profound mistrust of the human Luna.​The morning after Seraphina’s unauthorized visit, Evie was in her study, poring over complex, cross-referenced Pack land deeds and historical zoning codes. She was attempting to isolate the specific legal language Kellen’s ancestor had used in the 1845 ruling—the potential weak point in the Silver Crescent’s foundation. Jace stood by the window, his presence an immovable, silent fixture.​A polite but firm rap came at the reinforced door to her suite. It wasn’t the light tap of a servant; it was the decisive knock of command. Evie knew it was Marcus.​“Come in,” Evie called out, closing the Pack Primer file on her terminal.​Marcus entered, his usual air of tightly cont

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