All Chapters of The Wolf behind the desk : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Rian’s hand shot forward.It moved fast.His fingers slammed into the solid marble statue beside me.The entire structure exploded into white dust.I am dead.This is the end.I froze.The sound rang in my bones.Shards scattered across the polished floor.Rian’s breath came harsh.His amber eyes were feral.Instinct took over.Nine years of survival pushed me.I dropped low.I spun away.My knees shook.Survival.Just survive.My feet carried me toward the door.“Stop.”His voice was a low, fractured snarl.I did not stop.I yanked the door open.I stumbled into the silent reception area.Get out.Get safe.He is a killer.“Miss Kim.”Rian’s marble-crushing hand shot toward my space.The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.I am dead.He is a monster.Nine years of avoiding his explosions saved me.I dropped low again.I spun on my heel.His fingers slammed onto the desk corner.They missed me.The wood shrieked.The air smelled thick with ozone.“Stop,” Rian commanded.The feral layering was gone.Hi

I had only a second to decide. My pulse hammered against the grip on my wrists. I saw the amber fire in his eyes. A pure, desperate need terrified me. I chose survival. I had to. The fear of being torn apart was immediate. The fear of failing to escape him was secondary.Slowly, carefully, I raised my free hand. I did not look at his teeth. I kept my focus on the veins cording his powerful neck. My fingers found the damp hair at the back of Rian's head. I pressed my palm flat against his burning skin. The effect was instant. Shocking. The pressure in the air seemed to equalize.The violent shaking that had taken his body stopped. The desperate tremor vanished. The intense heat radiating off him dropped slightly. The pressure on my wrists softened. It became a heavy, immovable hold. He held me captive, but the immediate threat of violence receded. He stayed pressed against me, motionless, breathing in deep, ragged bursts against my neck. He pulled my scent in deeply. The heavy, musky s

My heart sank as the man's voice cut through the thick door.“Thorne. We know you are here. We can sense the female. And we have come for what you stole from our territory.”I thought the only monster was Rian. I was wrong. There are others.The lock on the security door began to grind. Violently. The heavy sound echoed through the silent 65th floor. It sounded like metal protesting against immense, unnatural force.I stood frozen. I stared at the main security door. It was solid steel. It was designed to withstand siege.Rian’s voice, sharp and commanding, sliced through the intercom system from his suite.“Elara! Move away from the entrance! Now!”I scrambled back. I ran behind the large mahogany desk. I put a physical barrier between myself and the threat.The grinding stopped.There was a pause.Then a single, clean crack. The sound of the deadbolt snapping clean was terrifyingly simple.The steel door swung inward slowly.It revealed a man framed in the morning light. He was tall