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Chapter 41: New boss

ETHAN“We're meeting him today!” Jaz squeals, fingers loosely holding a cup of coffee. She's dressed to the nines—grey pants, white shirt that exposes her milky collarbone, and lips in a shiny red color that'll send any guy to his knees. We walk into Grey corps side by side, and while she has excitement on her face, I'm inwardly screaming. A new boss. I'm the personal assistant of that new boss. Luther made me face hell on earth. He always wants me busy, working, reading files over and over again for a single mistake. Hell, I'm so glad he's gone. A day before yesterday, Jaz took me to a restaurant, and it was more of a date—even though she tries to deny it. She keeps saying she wants me to loosen up, to forget about him, but I still keep seeing his silver hair in my dreams. She's making an effort to help me forget—I don't think it'll work, though. Jaz suddenly turns to face me, shoving her coffee in my hands. “Tell me, Ethan.” She whispers, lips in a tight, enchanting smile. Her h

Chapter 42: I'm not a stalker

ALEXANDER A few days ago, I arrived at the human territory because I didn't like the idea of a human leading Grey corps. I don't trust people I see everyday—my mother, Nelson, not even my butler, Williams—and having a human watch over a company worth billions of dollars is like an itch in my skull. I'm sitting in my office, staring at a bunch of files neatly arranged on my black desk, and all I can think about is that—my—assistant. Dyed black hair. Pink thin lips. Warm brown eyes. There's something about the way he stared at me, like he knows something I don't, and that baffles me more than anything. Soft footsteps interrupt my train of thoughts. When I raise my head, I meet Hudson's gaze. He's smiling at me. God. It's so infuriating, I want to rip the smile from his face. He slips into the arm chair across from me, pushing coffee towards me. “How do you like your new job, Alpha Alex?” He winks at me, “and by the way…” his voice turns serious, almost like he's abou

Chapter 43: Can't use her

ETHANGwendolyn wraps her arm around my waist. “You're back late,” she says, while Jaz crouches down to her level. Jaz caresses her cheeks, lips curling into a faint small. “Ethan had to work late to get some things done,” she whispers, fingers still lingering on Gwendolyn's chubby cheeks. “All that matters is we're home now, right?” Gwendolyn nods. “Mom made dinner,” she adds with a smile, running into the house as Jaz and I walk after her. Marinette's home always reminds me of my parents’—the intoxicating scent of roasted chicken that rises from the kitchen, the soft laughter that spills from mom's lips each time my father tickles her waist, the goodnight kisses…I miss the cuddles, the teasing—everything. I still feel guilty, though, because I believe I murdered them. Jaz and I talk about work while having dinner. Marinette keeps laughing each time Jaz talks about her experience with a young man at work. Apparently, the man told her she's too elegant and pretty to be sin

Chapter 44: Wear something brighter

ALEXANDERIt's 4:00 a.m. I'm awake earlier than usual, and my body badly craves a run. I have no idea why the image of Ethan smiling at that lady riles me up like an itch in my skull. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't ‘feel’ uncomfortable. After having a glass of water, I step out for a jog. The sky stretches in a hue of grey clouds, with a little bluish hue. It's just daybreak. The grasses are wet, the birds are chirping as a start of their new day, the sky's slowly clearing up—but my mind isn't. I keep jogging, keep struggling to get that intimate little scene off my head, but nothing's working. My fist collides with a tree as anger burns through my veins. He's disrupting my routine. I don't think about anything else apart from work and the pack on such a perfect morning. Why is he suddenly in it? ~~William, my butler, hands me a bottle of water as I stalk in. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, his crisp suit giving him the charm of someone sophisticated. He gives me

Chapter 45: Is he still in there

ETHANMy muscles quiver as heat flushes through my body. I push the files on my desk to the ground, watching as they flutter around like feathers, but that isn't enough to quench the flames of anger burning my chest. I loosen my tie a bit, feeling the sickening urge to punch a wall consume me. Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep twisting the knife?“Wear brighter colors, black makes you lazy. Your private life has everything to do with me.” My jaw tightens as his words replay in my head, and this time, I'm punching a wall. Pain spreads to each damn nerve, making my fingers tremble, but I don't fucking stop. Why does he care if I'm fucking a brunette? Why does he keep staring at me like a pile of trash? He doesn't remember a single thing about me. Or maybe, just maybe he's pretending. Whatever he's doing to rile me up, it's working, but I'm not going to give him that satisfaction. No. Holding my bloody knuckles, I sink to the floor, surrounded by fallen papers. My hea

Chapter 46: I can't get him out.

ALEXANDER The scent of his blood is faint, but it clings to my office like an intoxicating perfume. I should be furious, angry, upset. I should call Lena or Kiera to drag his clumsy ass back here to clean up the mess he made. But I don't. Instead, I'm seated with my elbows on the desk, eyes fixed on the coffee-stained report he nearly ruined.It’s just paper. I can print a new copy. But the tremble in his hands, the way he winced when I grabbed his wrist. That wasn’t from the burn of the hot coffee, it was pain—raw pain. And for reasons that make no sense, it makes me uncomfortable, restless. I shouldn’t care—but I do.Rhydian is pacing like a caged animal. He's upset, I can literally feel his anger beneath my skin. “Someone hurt him.” He growls. “Something hurt what's mine. No. He hurt himself and someone made him do It.” What's mine? Perhaps Rhydian is going through a challenging phase. That's the only explanation I can give for the “what's mine” part. He said it so aggressiv

CHAPTER 47: Who goes hunting on a saturday?

ETHAN It's the weekend—but I'm still struggling to put my shoes on by 6:50 A.M. Anger burns through me as I grab my black blazer, wearing it over the black shirt on the inside with tiny red dots. I hurry down the stairs, eyes brushing over the lounge. Marinette's staring at me, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. “Didn't you say you'll be taking Gwen to the amusement park today?” Grabbing the coffee from her grasp, I give her an appreciative smile, cursing Alexander on the inside. “I have work,” I say, feeling the weight of guilt press down on my chest. Gwen’s been waiting for weeks—for the perfect time I'll be less busy, but it only takes a message from Killan to ruin everything. I should call him Alexander. Killan wouldn't be so cruel. Jaz finally shifts her gaze from the TV show she's watching. She looks sleep deprived and tired—but she still manages to make the lounge her runway. She shakes her head, fingers wrapped around a small remote. “Who works on a Saturday?” S

CHAPTER 48: Who is that?

ALEXANDERIt's not raining, but the sky darkens like it's about to rain. The cold wind blows against my face, getting my hair all messy—but I don't care. It wasn't my intention to grill the deer. It wasn't my intention to hunt with my assistant either—but for the first time in my entire life, I want someone's company. Not just anyone, my assistant's. Sweat glides down my back due to the heat from the flickering flames. The sweet aroma of the deer—mixed with some spice—makes me realize that this actually isn't a bad idea. I'm outside, listening to the sound of the chirping birds, feeling the touch of the cold breeze against my face. I have a company apart from Hudson for the first time in a long, long time. It isn't so bad. From my peripheral vision, I see Ethan leaning against the bark of a tree, clenching his fist and unclenching them as he stares at his shoes. Strangely, he meets my gaze, and goodness, there's something about the way he stares at me. His eyes are sharp, like a

CHAPTER 49: All chaos and mixed feelings.

ETHANI don't know what to feel. Anger. Pain. Rage? I'm not sure about pain, but I sure feel anger as I walk down the deserted streets that lead to the city. My palm still tingles with the warmth from his bare skin. I felt his muscles, his heartbeat, I saw the confusion in his eyes when I called him Killan. Is he starting to remember? Is he sick of pretending? Is he more determined to cause me pain? I wonder if I should call Jaz for a ride. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I scroll down my contact list, and when I see her name, I shake my head and place my phone back in my pocket. She doesn't deserve to see me like this—broken, hurt, flushed—when all she's done is to help me get better. Taking deep breaths, I walk for a few more minutes, maybe hours, before I finally find a taxi. Throughout the ride, I keep thinking about Killan. I'm starting to realize how much I miss him, how much I want him back, how much I want him even with all his secrets. I don't care about them anymore

CHAPTER 50: Unlocked memories.

ALEXANDERI walk into Nirvana's office with my hands in my pocket. She's a human therapist—but she knows so much about werewolves because her family comes from that line. She's someone I trust—not extremely, though. Through her golden spectacles, her eyes smile at me, as she crosses her legs. “Alpha Alexander Grey,” she acknowledges with a small bow. “When Hudson booked the appointment, I really thought you weren't going to make it.” She chuckles lightly, and I settle myself in a seat across from her. If Ethan sees me here, he'll know he's won. My Sunday mornings are spent in the woods, or in a gym or perhaps a coffee shop—but instead, I'm sitting across from a therapist due to the occuring feeling I have towards a pretty assistant. “How do you feel with your memories, Alpha?” “You shouldn't call me that here,” I remind her. “What do you think your employees would assume?” She grins, “that I'm referring to someone as an Alpha male? I think you look that part.” I roll my eyes. “B

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