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If one dropped a pin at that moment that followed Cassie's words, they would have heard it. In fact, one of the board members could hear his breakfast digest in his stomach. It was that silent. They all waited with tense breath as they anticipated how the Alpha would respond. "Fired?" Mane repeated the word, a slow, ugly grin spreading across his face. He didn't look like a man who was just about to lose his company. He looked like a man who was about to enjoy crushing a bug. "You think you can walk in here, wearing a costume and a borrowed suit, and fire me? In my own building?""It’s not your building anymore, Alpha Mane," Cassie said, her voice calm, though her heart hammered against her ribs. She tapped the table. "I hold fifty-one percent. The math is simple.""The math is irrelevant." Cane interrupted once he had gotten over his shock. He stood up to stand behind Mane’s chair, desperately trying to sell a united front to the other board members. Cane looked at the board member

On getting back to the house, the first thing Cassie did was kick off her Louboutins. She groaned as her feet hit the cool marble floor. "Remind me to ban heels when I officially take over the company." She muttered, limping toward the massive sofa in the center of the living room. Aser chuckled from behind her, locking the door with a biometric scan. "I think you looked dangerous in them. Like you could crush a man with one stomp. I bet you'd enjoy it, too." "I thought about it," Cassie admitted, flopping onto the couch and burying her face in the cushion. "When North tried to grab me, for a split second there, I wanted to let the guard break his arm." "He deserves it," Aser shrugged, walking into the kitchen. "But you were right to stop it. If we get violent, we lose the moral high ground." He walked back into the living room carrying two glasses of wine. He set one on the coffee table and sat down on the edge of the sofa near her feet. Without asking, he lifted her legs onto h

The next two days were a blur of lawyers, press releases, and damage control. Cassie barely slept, running on caffeine and pure adrenaline. She spent her days purging Mane’s loyal employees from the company and her nights strategizing with Aser. By Friday afternoon, she was down on adrenaline, and Aser could not stand to see her that way anymore. "Get up." Aser ordered, walking into the room she had turned into her temporary office, the living room was covered in whiteboards and various files. Cassie groaned, her face buried in a stack of foreclosure notices she was preparing for Mane’s other properties. "I'm running out of time. I have to find the original receipts for the construction materials before the auditors arrive on Monday." "The auditors can wait. The gala starts in four hours." Aser said, pulling the papers out of her hand. "And you currently look like an overworked and underpaid accountant." Cassie glared at him, though she knew he was right. She was wearing sweatpan

The ride back to their house was quiet, but the air inside the SUV was thick with something Cassie couldn't put her hands on. Aser knew what he was feeling; it was irritation and anger that he didn't get to snap that bastard's neck.Cassie sat staring out the window, watching the city of Brooklyn blur by. She seemed calm, but her body was buzzing with adrenaline. Aser was quiet beside her, too. He hadn't spoken a word since they left the hotel, but the low, vibrating growl in his chest had been constant, a background noise that only a werewolf could hear. Eventually, they reached their house, and by then, he could no longer control himself. His body was wound tight by emotion.He reached out to grab her waist gently but firmly enough to let her know that he meant business. He pulled her to sit on the couch. He immediately reached for her upper arm to examine the spot where Cane had grabbed her."Let me see." Aser commanded softly.Cassie looked down at the bruise. It had already darke

It was past midnight, and Cane Marcom was still in his home office. Ordinarily, by this time, he would either be in bed or he would be in one of his mistress' houses. Some days, he would be at a bar, and on some rare occasions, he would be working in his office, but he was never at home.Those days had become a thing of the past for him ever since Cassie miraculously resurfaced with his brother almost a month ago.Presently, Cane Marcom sat in the high-backed leather chair of his private study, a crystal glass of scotch resting on the desk in front of him. It was a fifty-year-old scotch, a bottle reserved for victories. That was what he chose to drink tonight because he was sure he had won.His extraction team in London would have breached the safe house ten minutes ago. By now, they should be securing the child, and by the time the sun rose in the sky, his once useless daughter would be on a private jet heading to a secure location known only to him in Russia. He would wait a few hou