The first rule of wolves

(Zara’s POV)If anyone told me I’d be scrubbing marble floors in a billionaire’s penthouse before my lecture, I’d have told them to go choke on their silver spoon.But here I am.Bucket in hand.Wearing a maid uniform that hugs my curves too tight to be professional.Standing outside Penthouse 31A—better known on campus as The Den. Where girls go in giggling and come out ruined.The rumors swirl louder than the elevator music still playing in my ears.They say Damien Wolfe lives here.Billionaire heir. Arrogant playboy. Wrecker of maids.I knock once. No answer.I knock again. Still nothing.Mrs. Donovan gave me the code. Scribbled it like it was no big deal. Like entering his space wasn’t the same as stepping into the lion’s cage.I hesitate. Something in my gut twists.But rent is due, I’m behind on groceries, and my scholarship doesn’t cover ramen noodles, let alone dignity.So I punch in the code.Beep.The door slides open with a hiss, revealing a hallway that looks like it belo

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Lines crossed

I stand in front of the mirror, tugging at the stiff black maid dress like it might magically grow longer. It doesn’t.It hugs all the wrong places, or maybe all the right ones, depending on who’s looking. My hips. My chest. My throat. I look like I’m auditioning for something filthy, and I hate how aware of my body I suddenly am.I’m not doing this for him.Not for Damien Wolfe.But the memory of his voice curls around my neck like smoke. That look in his eyes yesterday. Possessive. Curious. Like he was already imagining what I’d sound like begging.God help me.I grab my cleaning bag and leave before I can second-guess it. At the top of the penthouse floor, I punch in the code and step into the lion’s den.The air is cool and heavy with espresso and something darker—cologne and sin, maybe. My shoes barely make a sound as I move across the marble.He’s there.Shirtless. Again.Sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, coffee mug in hand, tattoos curling over his collarbones like secr

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This game just leveled up

I slam the dorm room door shut behind me and toss my cleaning bag to the floor like it burned me.Damien Wolfe is the devil.A very fine, very rich, tattooed devil… but still. The devil.I flop face-first onto my bed and groan into my pillow. My thighs are still trembling—and not from exhaustion. I hate that a single touch from him turns me into this… mess. This overheated, overstimulated, overthinking mess.And the worst part?He knows.He lives for it.Just as I start mentally stabbing his smug face with a fork, the door swings open with drama only Maya could deliver.“Oh my God, Zara!” she gasps. “You look like someone just tried to either murder you… or f*ck you.”I lift my head and squint at her. “Why are those your only two options?”She kicks off her shoes and drops her tote. “Because I know that face. That’s not stress. That’s sexual tension.”She hops onto the bed beside me like I’m her personal telenovela.“Well?” she nudges. “Was it a hot guy? Did he touch you? Did you touc

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Warnings in the dark

My fingers shake as I reread the message.“Enjoy the attention, little maid. You won’t like what happens next.”A chill creeps down my spine.I glance up. Damien’s eyes are still on me, sharp and unreadable. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t smile. Just watches—like a wolf deciding how best to sink his teeth in.I shove my phone under my notebook and force my breathing to slow. I am not about to have a public panic attack. Not when Grayson is still beside me, stealing glances. Not when the entire room is filled with rich kids who would love to see the poor scholarship girl squirm.I swallow hard.What the hell does that message mean?Was it a joke? A threat? A warning?My skin prickles. No matter how I try to spin it, one thing is clear—This game just stopped being safe.The moment class ends, I bolt.Grayson calls my name, but I pretend not to hear him. I need air. Space. Sanity.And Maya.I practically sprint back to the dorm and yank open the door.Maya looks up from a half-eaten bowl of

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Pieces of her

The staff corridor is quiet—eerily so, like the mansion itself is holding its breath. Most of the other maids have gone to their rooms or finished for the night. My shift is technically over too, but I linger. Something Damien said earlier keeps replaying in my head like a loop I can’t escape. “I suggest you check your locker before you leave tonight.” He didn’t say it like a suggestion. He said it like a verdict. I reach the end of the hallway and stop in front of my locker. My hand hovers near the latch, breath held, pulse racing. I don’t know what I expect—a warning, maybe. A threat. But when I open the door… I freeze. Lying neatly inside, with a strange, reverent care, is a silver chain. Thin. Delicate. Old. And dangling from it is a crescent-moon pendant. I stagger back a step like it burned me. No. No, no, no. I know this necklace. I know every scratch on its surface, every kink in the chain. I used to trace it on my mother’s chest when I was little, just before bedt

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All Chapters of Taming Mr. Wolfe: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The first rule of wolves

Lines crossed

This game just leveled up

Warnings in the dark

Pieces of her