Todos los capítulos de FANGS AND FATE: Bitten by the Alpha: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

KNOX The silence that followed was deafening. I leaned back slowly, letting my chair creak under the weight of the tension. My patience had limits, and Celina was testing every last thread of it. “Tasha” I said quietly. “Leave.” Her breath hitched. She looked at Celina, then at me, and bolted out without another word. Aria hesitated near the door, eyes flicking between us. “Out,” I repeated, not looking at her. The door clicked shut behind her, and all that was left was Celina and I. Celina stood near my desk, arms folded and chin tilted in defiance like she thought that would hide her nerves. I stared at her hand — at the ring she’d made sure everyone saw. “Where did you get that?” She smiled, light and practiced. “You don’t like it? I thought—” “I asked,” my voice dropped a note lower, “where you got it.” Her smile faltered. “Fine. I bought it,” she said finally. “It’s not illegal to wear a ring, is it? I thought it might stop the women around you from forgetting their pla

ARIAThe inside of the house was nothing like what I’d imagined.From the outside, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie — crooked walls, cracked windows, the air heavy with the scent of moss and old rain. But inside… it was surprisingly warm. The faint smell of cinnamon drifted in the air, and a small fire crackled in a stone fireplace.Old furniture, faded but clean, filled the room. Everything looked touched by time but not abandoned.The woman — she’d said her name was Eleanor — moved with a quiet grace that didn’t match her age. Her silver hair was tied in a low bun, and her sharp eyes watched me as if she could see straight through my bones.She gestured for me to sit before speaking. “I’ve been waiting for you, Aria.”I froze. “Waiting for me? But you don't know me.”A small, almost sad smile curved her lips. “You’re mistaken, child. I knew you long before you were born.”“What does that even

ARIAFOUR DAYS LATERThe deal was finally done.Mr. Carver, the CEO of Argent Technologies, smiled across the table. “I’m glad we could clear the misunderstanding, Miss Lane. Please extend my apologies to Mr. Grey once he’s back.”“I’ll do that.” I replied with a smile.He nodded and rose to shake my hand “You handle things well for someone so young. Grey chose the right assistant.”Four days since Knox told me to clear his schedule for a week. I did what he said. I cleared what I could, postponed what was postponable. But someone still had to handle the rest that couldn't. And that someone was me. After all I was his PA.After everything that happened—the bite, Eleanor, the word Nephilim—I had promised myself to stop overthinking. To stop wondering what I was, what I might become. I had told myself to live like a human, the way I always had. Work, sleep, repeat. It was easier than letting my mind wander to things that didn’t make sense.Now, standing in the lobby of the hotel after t

ARIAThe whole cafeteria had gone silent, and I was lost for words. Before I could regain myself, Knox already turned as he walked away.I hurried after Knox with my heels clicking against the floor. “Mr. Grey!” I called, my voice a little louder than I intended.He didn’t stop as he continued taking long strides to his office.“What was that back there?” I asked when I finally entered the office with him. “You just fired him—in front of everyone.”His eyes narrowed a little. “Do you have a problem with how I handle my company, Miss Lane?”I hesitated, every instinct screaming at me to shut up, but my mouth refused to listen. “It just… it seemed harsh. Caleb didn’t mean any harm.”Knox’s jaw tightened. “He touched what he shouldn’t have. And you,” he said, his gaze dropping to my hand, “should go wash his scent off.”For a second, I thought I’d misheard. “His scent?” I repeated quietly.His eyes were dark, cold, and unreadable. “You heard me.”“You can’t be serious—”“I said.WASH.IT.O

ARIA“Sure” Knox said after my half-baked excuse about getting ready. He pushed his chair back, rising to his full height. “Let’s go.”Mason groaned softly, still shoving food into his mouth. “Can’t we just—wait—give me one more minute, Alpha, I swear—”But Knox was already walking out, and Mason sighed dramatically before chasing after us, muttering something about wasting good food.The drive to the meeting was quiet. Soon we arrived and entered the boardroom. Everyone stood till Knox took his seat at the head of the table. Mason occupied the chair to his left, while I took the seat at his right.Across from us sat two men and a woman — the representatives of Vanguard Holdings, a high-profile investment group whose signature would expand Grey Enterprise’s influence overseas.“Let’s begin.” Knox said arranging the Rolex watch on his left hand.“Mr. Grey,” one of the men stood quickly with nervous energy in his movements. “We’ve finalized the merger proposal. We just need—”“Sit,” Kno