Semua Bab Craving My Alpha Professor: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Jaxon: Soft light had pierced through the dark sky. The sun was soon approaching. I sat alone in his office, the glow from my laptop casting pale light across my face. Empty coffee cups littered the corner of my desk. A stack of folders sat open before me, papers spread in organized chaos as I worked through them one by one. The Edison file lay at the center of it all. I flipped through pages of reports, financial records, witness statements, searching for something. Just anything that everyone else had missed. My eyes skimmed over familiar details for what felt like the hundredth time, but I refused to stop. There had to be a loose thread somewhere. When the paperwork yielded nothing, I turned my attention back to the security footage from Emberlyn’s building. It was Carver’s latest Intel. The grainy recordings played across his screen. I watched her come and go. Paused. Rewound. Zoomed in. Watched again. None of it seemed significant, yet instinct told me to keep looking. I

Jaxon: The Rico Delmont cover had seventeen moving parts and I had been running through all of them since morning. The Gala was tomorrow. The kind of event where the wrong conversation in the wrong ear could unravel months of careful construction and I had spent the better part of the day at REX going through every detail of the identity with the same methodical attention I gave to anything that had no margin for error. The paperwork was clean. The backstory was solid. The ghost company's digital footprint had been built out further over the past week and could withstand a moderately serious search. I was as prepared as I was going to be. Carver was already seated when I arrived at the meeting point, his usual private room, his usual unhurried posture, his glass already in hand. He greeted me the way he always greeted me, like a man who had been expecting me slightly longer than I had been expecting and had used the extra time to form opinions. We covered the drug supply arrangeme

Jaxon: The moment I stepped into the gala, I became Rico Delmont. The tailored black suit sat perfectly on my shoulders. The expensive watch on my wrist gleamed beneath the crystal lights hanging from the ceiling. Every detail had been carefully crafted, from the accent I used when necessary to the slight arrogance Rico carried whenever he entered a room. Even my posture was different. Rico walked like a man who had never doubted himself a day in his life, like someone who believed the entire world existed for his convenience. People saw Rico Delmont. Nobody saw Jaxon. That was exactly what I wanted. The ballroom was overflowing with wealth and power. Politicians mingled with businessmen. Investors laughed over glasses of champagne. Security guards stood discreetly at every entrance, pretending to be invisible while watching everything. The air smelled of expensive perfume, aged whiskey, and money. Everything looked perfect and was under control. Lewis was positioned outside. Car

Jaxon: The moment Ember didn't return to the ballroom, I noticed. At first, I ignored the feeling. People left galas all the time. They went to the restroom, took phone calls, stepped outside for air, or got trapped in conversations they couldn't escape from. There were a hundred reasonable explanations. Unfortunately, my instincts weren't interested in reasonable explanations. Two minutes passed. I remained seated at Edison’s table while one of his associates explained a potential investment opportunity. I nodded at the appropriate moments and offered responses Rico Delmont would have given. Outwardly, I was calm. Inside, something was wrong. My wolf was becoming restless. Three minutes passed. The uneasiness that had been sitting quietly beneath my skin all evening suddenly sharpened. Ember should have been back by now. I glanced toward the entrance of the ballroom. Nothing, no sign of her. Elias remained seated a few tables away, completely unaware that she had disappeare

Jaxon: I didn’t answer immediately basically because there was no point. One look at Ember’s face told me she had already figured it out. The pieces had obviously connected. The suit, the eyes and the gala itself. The way we had looked at each other across that ballroom. Denying it now would only insult her intelligence. So I remained silent for a few seconds, studying her expression. Shock, confusion and curiosity. And beneath all of it, the determination that always appeared whenever she thought she was close to uncovering something important. “You were Rico Delmont,” she repeated. This time it wasn’t a question. It was a statement. I exhaled slowly. “Yes.” The word settled between us. For a moment neither of us spoke. Ember stared at me as though she were seeing me for the first time. Maybe she was. Maybe the Jaxon she’d known and the man sitting in front of her had always been different people. “You really were him.” I nodded. “Yes.” Her gaze moved over my suit. “Th