Semua Bab Worthless No More • Alpha's Treasure •: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The week was dragging on. The wolf kept urging Daniel to make contact with Samantha, but Daniel knew he shouldn’t. He silently promised to protect her from himself as much as anything else he could.We can protect her better if we’re with her, his wolf insisted.Daniel was tired of this same argument, so he did what he could to shut the wolf out. They weren’t usually at odds like this, but the wolf couldn’t understand the complexity of the situation Daniel was in.Daniel had reached out to Donna. Emmanuel and his team were expected to be down by Saturday, Sunday at the latest. He’d make sure Samantha’s house was their first priority at the beginning of next week.As for now, he was waiting for Paige. They had appointments to see the lofts she and Lucas had picked out. Daniel had the security team throw in extra basic equipment in hopes that one of these were going to suffice.His door was open, and she finally came in, holding a black folder.“Are you ready?” She asked excitedly. He no

Samantha turned to look in the direction of the voice coming from the doorway. She thought she heard a familiar timber to it, reminding her of Daniel, but instead she saw a man with curly brown hair and sharp eyes. Maybe it was his accent, or the way his low voice carried, but it lacked the amusement she would have expected from her new friend.The man strode in purposefully and looked at her as if she were a puzzle piece he’d found, unsure which box she belonged in. He turned to Edward, who’d stepped forward to introduce her.“Samantha, this is Thomas Blevins, the Chief Financial Officer. Thomas, this is Samantha Barringer, our Event Coordinator,” he said succinctly.“Mr. Blevins, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Samantha said smoothly, although her inability to read him undermined the confidence she’d gathered.Thomas looked at her and back at Edward with a slight disapproving frown. “Mr. Merrick, I don’t recall her name or position in the roster of employees I have.”“Samantha’s positi

Daniel had originally intended to make the dinner to interview an employee tonight, but he decided to wait around while everything was processed. He wanted to receive the key from the realtor as soon as possible so they could start moving in. He was leaving employee details to Lucas, at least until they started bringing in the wolves.He was glad the loft was basically furnished, including basic kitchen items. It was one less thing he had to worry about. He threw the realtor an extra thousand as a tip on her commission to ensure all they had to do was bring their personal items in. That meant finding a decorator this afternoon and filling out the place with linens, towels, and basic decor. He’d already spoken to Donna to set up utilities and billing.The loft was a lot bigger than he’d originally considered getting, but the advantage to that was that it ensured there were enough rooms to accommodate anybody who would be coming by. The downside to that was to make sure Stillman didn’t f

With shaky hands, he poured a scotch from his bar, filling the glass too much, not caring that he splashed it all over the wood. He tilted it up and swallowed it down like water. He bent over coughing, then did it again.The alcohol put a buzz in his brain, but it didn’t still the pronounced beating of his heart. He didn’t know where to begin. He sat down in his chair and looked at his desk and the mess on the floor. He needed to clean it up, just in case Samantha tried to come in here when he was gone. He sniffed, liquid snot running down his nose from his coughing fit, and opened the bottom right drawer of his desk.Built into the drawer was a fireproof safe. The back half held a hanging folder for important documents, and the front half was open to hold a variety of shapes and items, and the whole thing was lined in black felt. One of those items was a loaded pistol and a small box of ammunition. He gathered all the documents and pictures he received, making very sure he found ever

The therapy session didn’t seem to go well for Samantha. It was just an assessment, but every time she explained her situation to the therapist, her words sounded hollow and weak in her own ears.If she even had an answer, that is. Many times, the questions left her stymied and flustered. When confronted with them, she began to doubt she even knew who she was, or even what she liked.The therapist was kind. Samantha thought they could even be friends if they’d met somewhere, sometime else. She had an easy smile, and even though she was young, she wasn’t too young to make Samantha doubt her experience.They had a few similarities. Both of them were married. Enjoyed cooking, music, and art. She had a shocking amount of red hair and a smattering of freckles that even she thought made her look endearing.Their differences, though, were night and day. Alicia had a good husband who treated her like the absolute jewel she was. He supported her work. He had his own hobbies on the weekend that