Chapter 4

The sky had turned dark when I found imposing figure that captured my attention the most.

“Come in,” he said quietly, without looking back.

I stepped closer, trying to calm my heartbeat, which had been poundinghy gmt gmanaming faintly under the warm light.

“You arrived earlier than scheduled,” he remarked in an even tone.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” I replied carefully.

Lucan opened a folder on his desk. “I offered you a job, not sympathy. So if you came here out of pity for yourself, you may leave now.”oy kg

I frowned, slightly offended. “I didn’t come for pity. I came because I want to work.”

His gaze sharpened as if assessing the truth behind my words.

After a few seconds, he nodded slightly. “Good. That’s the answer I wanted to hear.”

He placed several documents in front of me. “You’ll be my personal assistant. There’s no fixed schedule. Sometimes day, sometimes night. I need someone dependable, someone who doesn’t ask unnecessary questions.”

I swallowed hard. “Personal assistant?”

Lucan looked straight at me. “Yes. Your tasks are simple. Manage documents, answer calls, prepare reports. But there is one rule you must remember, never ask about things that aren’t meant for you to know.”

His voice turned slightly colder at the end of the sentence, and instinctively, I nodded.

He continued, “Your pay will be more than enough to cover your tuition and living expenses. I won’t negotiate. If you agree, sign the contract.”

I looked down at the paper before me.

At the bottom corner, Lucan Fiermox’s name was printed above a bold black signature.

My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the pen.

Suddenly, the sharp edge of the folder grazed my fingertip. A stinging pain followed, and a thin red line appeared across my skin.

A droplet of blood slid down and stained the corner of the paper. I gasped softly and quickly dabbed it with a tissue.

Lucan’s eyes lifted from his documents. His gaze locked on my hand.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

His blue eyes seemed to shift, faintly glowing silver, the pupils narrowing just like that night in the club three days ago.

I froze under that unsettling stare. Then, as if realizing something, he abruptly turned away, inhaled deeply, and spoke in a low tone. “It’s fine. You may go home now. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

His voice sounded strange. Heavier, restrained.

I nodded slowly, stood up, and bowed slightly. “Yes, sir.”

As I stepped out of the room, I glanced back just before the elevator doors closed.

Lucan was still there, both hands gripping the edge of his desk, his shoulders tense.

For a brief moment, I caught a flicker of silver light in his eyes, not a reflection, but something alive.

*****

On the way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about that look in his eyes.

There was something different about it.

It wasn’t just because he was a CEO and a professor at the same time, it was the way he looked at me.

There was something behind that gaze, something that made the air around us heavy and my pulse race for reasons I didn’t understand.

The first few days working as Lucan Fiermox’s personal assistant felt like walking on a thin line between composure and tension.

My tasks were simple. Prepare documents, arrange meetings, make sure his lunch schedule didn’t clash with investor appointments.

But working near a man like Lucan was never simple.

He was unpredictable. On campus, he could be so quiet and detached that his mere presence made the air feel cold. But other times, he would look at me in a way that made my heartbeat stumble. Especially when I came to deliver reports.

Lucan rarely spoke, yet every time his voice filled the room, it was deep, firm, and made me feel unsteady. His eyes were too sharp, as if he could read my thoughts with a single glance.

Sometimes, he seemed overly protective. He wouldn’t let me walk home alone at night, he’d insist on driving me, or suddenly appear at the university just to make sure I was safe.

I didn’t understand why he did that. I thought maybe he was simply the controlling type of boss. But deep down, I couldn’t deny that his presence always changed the air around me.

It felt warm, heavy. charged with something I couldn’t explain.

And strangely, every time our eyes met, my body reacted in ways that made no sense. As if my heart forgot how to beat properly.

I often looked away too quickly, but the feeling never disappeared.

Lucan seemed aware of it, even if he never said a word.

There was a flicker in his gaze every time I passed near him, as though he was struggling against something he shouldn’t feel.

Until one night, I finally realized that what lay between us was far beyond human emotion.

That evening, my classes had just ended. As usual, I returned to the office to finish a few pending reports. Most of the employees had gone home.

The Fiermox Holdings building was unusually quiet, bathed in soft corridor lights and the low hum of air conditioning.

I carried a folder containing the report that had to be submitted that very night. Lucan despised delays, and I knew better than to face his disapproval the next morning.

My footsteps echoed faintly along the long hallway leading to his office on the top floor.

Silence enveloped everything until a sound broke it. A low, deep growl echoed faintly from the end of the corridor.

I froze.

The hair on my arms rose instantly.

At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But then I heard it again, accompanied by a cracking sound, like bones shifting.

I swallowed hard. “Lucan?” I called softly. No answer.

The large door at the end of the hall was still lit from within. I could see the dim glow through the frosted glass.

Maybe he was on the phone, I thought. But my gut told me something was wrong.

I knocked gently.

“Mr. Lucan? I brought the report you requested.”

Silence.

My heart began to race faster. I tried convincing myself it was nothing, yet when I pressed my ear against the door, the growl returned louder this time, closer.

Something in me pushed forward. I turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Warm, damp air rushed out. The room was dimly lit by moonlight pouring through the wide glass wall.

Near the balcony stood a figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, trembling as if enduring unbearable pain.

“Mr. Lucan?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The figure turned slightly, and that was when I saw it. His skin reddened, muscles convulsing beneath the surface, and the sound of bones snapping filled the air. I froze, paralyzed with fear.

In mere seconds, Lucan’s body transformed before my eyes. His skin tore open, replaced by a coat of silvery fur. His face elongated, teeth extending into sharp fangs, and his eyes gleamed with a piercing silver light beneath the moon.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That was not a man.

It was a werewolf.

My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a scream. But then, my foot struck the edge of a glass vase. It fell and shattered loudly against the floor.

The sound made the creature turn sharply.

Its glowing eyes locked onto me. Wild, feral, cutting like a blade.

Panic surged through me. I spun around, trying to run, but the sound of heavy footsteps thundered behind me.

In an instant, the creature lunged.

Its massive body pinned me to the floor, its hot breath brushing against my skin, freezing every muscle in terror.

I screamed in sheer panic. “Please! Don’t...”