บททั้งหมดของ Unforeseen Entanglement : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11“A word.” Again, I thought.The Alpha command in Harold Knight's voice turned my legs to concrete. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't do anything but stand there like a deer caught in headlights.Around us, the office had gone dead silent. Even the humans could feel the tension crackling in the air. Keyboards stopped clicking. Phones stopped ringing. Every eye in the department was suddenly interested in their computer screens.“Of course, Mr. Knight,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.He gestured toward Victoria Blackwood's corner office with one perfectly manicured hand. “Shall we?”It wasn't really a question.I followed him across the department, my heels clicking on the polished floor like a countdown timer. Harold's presence filled the space around us, making the air thick and oppressive. My wolf was practically whimpering, every instinct screaming at me to submit, to roll over and show my belly to the dominant predator.But I'd never bee

Chapter 13Christian POVI stormed through the executive floor like a man possessed. My wolf was snarling, clawing inside my chest, demanding blood. Vanessa's blood. The bastards who'd cornered Sophie in the parking garage. Anyone who dared threaten what was mine.Employees scattered out of my path. Smart of them. I could smell their fear and see how they avoided eye contact. Even the fluorescent lights seemed to flicker as I passed, my supernatural energy crackling through the building's electrical system.I reached my office and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the floor-to-ceiling windows. My hands were shaking. Actually shaking. When was the last time that happened?Sophie's scent hit me like a freight train.Vanilla and jasmine. It was everywhere—clinging to my clothes from our encounter in the hallway, embedded in the air, soaked into the very walls of my office. My wolf whined, a pathetic sound that pissed me off even more.I gripped the edge of my mahogany desk until my

Chapter 15Walking back into Knight Industries as a pack member felt like stepping into a completely different world.My desk looked the same, but everything else had changed. I carried the Shadow Ridge Pack mark now—subtle supernatural signatures that marked me as belonging to Christian's territory. The problem was, not everyone seemed happy about it.Sarah from accounting looked up when I passed her cubicle, her nose wrinkling like she'd smelled something rotten. Mike from IT actually turned his back on me when I said good morning.My wolf whined with confusion. Weren't we supposed to be a pack now? Weren't they supposed to accept me?I settled into my chair with my coffee, trying to ignore the hostile glances. The Blackstone Industries file stared at me from my desk, but I couldn't focus on competitive analysis when it felt like half the office was plotting against me.My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.*Heard you joined the pack. Congratulations. - V*I deleted it imm

Chapter 17The official pack document arrived on my desk at exactly 3 PM, delivered by Maria Rodriguez with shaking hands and worried eyes.“I'm sorry, darling,” she whispered, placing the expensive letterhead in front of me. “I tried to warn you.”The words swam before my eyes as I read the formal language. *Traditional hunt trial required for all new pack members. Sunset tomorrow at Shadow Ridge territory. Failure to appear will result in immediate expulsion and loss of protection.*My wolf whined with anxiety. Expulsion meant death. Harold had made sure I understood that much.“What does it really mean?” I asked Maria, but she was already walking away, her maternal instincts warring with pack loyalty.The next evening, I drove my car to the coordinates Harold had provided. The Shadow Ridge territory was thirty minutes outside the city, hidden in dense forest that probably hadn't seen human feet in decades. Ancient pines towered overhead like cathedral spires, their branches blockin

Chapter 19Three days after the trial, I was still riding the high of proving myself to the pack. The hostile glances had mostly disappeared, replaced by nods of respect and actual conversations in the break room. Even Rebecca Hayes had stopped sneering at me, though she wasn't exactly friendly either.But something was bothering me about the whole situation. Harold's reaction to my fighting abilities had been too calculated, too interesting. Like he was filing away information for later use.That's why I found myself staying late at Knight Industries on Thursday night, alone in the office with nothing but the hum of computers and the security guard's distant footsteps for company.Harold's office was on the executive floor, behind reinforced glass and electronic locks that should have been impossible to bypass. Should have been. But my enhanced senses had picked up something interesting during the trial—Harold carried his access card in his jacket pocket, and the RFID signal was just