the beast eternal obsession

: BARGAIN Chaos swirled around the entire building. Employees rushed past my desk, straightening ties and prepping files, all for the arrival of one man. Eventually, Mr. Miller called me down to the lobby. We stood outside the company's main entrance as two pristine black SUVs idled at the curb. The heavy doors opened in perfect sync, and four broad-shouldered men in tailored suits stepped out. One of them immediately moved to the rear door, opening it with strict formality. Then, the guest stepped out. My breath caught in my throat. “Who the hell is he?” He had dark hair, flawless skin, a wide back and shoulders that tapered down to an incredible waist that has no business being that slim.His charcoal suit clung to his frame like it was guilty of looking too good.God had clearly taken His time crafting this man.Suddenly, his dark eyes scanned the crowd and found mine. Time completely stopped. The noise of the city, the movement of the staff, the entire world it all faded

:ESCAPE My chest rose and fell in frantic, shallow gasps. If I breathed in too deeply, I felt like I would drown in him. “Mate? What the hell does he mean by that?” "Kitten, tell me to stop," he whispered again. His lips ghosted over my jawline, tormenting me by never quite making contact. He hovered there, close enough to burn. I should tell him to stop. God, I should shove him back. I should slap him. But my hands refused to cooperate. “Come on, Amelia, push him away,” I scolded myself. Instead, my fingers remained tightly fisted in the fabric of his shirt. My pulse hammered wildly against his mouth, practically begging him to finish what he started. "Stop playing with me," I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of the tension. His laugh was low, dark, and utterly victorious. "I’m not playing." And then, he stopped waiting. His mouth captured mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss, nor was he asking for permission. He was claiming me. It was hot, demanding, and wrong in

: LEAVE ME*LEONHART POV*I felt it the exact second she crossed the perimeter wards.A sharp, agonizing pull ripped behind my ribs, like a heavy iron chain yanking my soul forward. My chair scraped back against the floorboards before my brain even registered that I was moving."Meeting’s over," I said, my voice dropping to a register low enough to make my Betas freeze mid-sentence. "Now."I didn’t wait for them to acknowledge the command.The forest air hit differently the moment I stepped outside. It was freezing, but underneath the chill, her scent cut through the winter air. Vanilla. Fear. And something intoxicatingly sharp that made my fangs ache behind my gums.“Find her,” I ordered my pack, slamming the command straight through the mind-link.Through our tether, I could feel her terror, her stubborn defiance, and her completely foolish decision to run into the woods alone. It all hit my head like a physical blow. My inner beast snarled, claws scraping aggressively against my