Semua Bab The Alpha's Secretary Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The glass doors of Vane Industries hissed open, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. Every head in the lobby turned. I could feel the weight of a hundred stares as I walked half a step behind Silas, my heels clicking a sharp, defiant rhythm on the marble. I was wearing a new suit—navy, sharp-edged, and expensive enough to be armor—but my skin felt like it was still vibrating from the heat in the SUV. "Don't look at them, Elena," Silas murmured, his voice barely audible. "Look at the elevator. You’re the only person in this building who matters." "Easy for you to say," I whispered back, keeping my eyes forward. "You're not the one everyone thinks just slept her way into a penthouse." "Let them think about it. It keeps them afraid of you." We reached the executive elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, the professional mask Silas had been wearing slipped. He didn't touch me, but the air in the small space became heavy, saturated with his scent. He stood too close, his prese

The dawn shattered the silence of the sanctuary. I woke up with a start, my skin feeling hyper-sensitive, as if every nerve ending had been upgraded overnight. The heavy, suffocating pressure of the "Moon-Heat" was gone, replaced by a strange, humming clarity. And then, I felt it—a low, rhythmic thrumming in the back of my mind that wasn't my own. Silas. He wasn't in the bed. I sat up, the silk sheets sliding down to reveal the faint, glowing violet-and-gold mark at the base of my neck. It didn't look like a wound; it looked like a tattoo made of starlight. "You can feel me now, can't you?" Silas was standing by the window, his back to me. He was shirtless, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, his muscles taut as if he were bracing for a blow. He didn't have to turn around for me to know he was troubled. I could feel his anxiety like a bitter taste in the back of my throat. "I can hear your heartbeat," I whispered, pulling on his discarded dress shirt. It swallowed m

The penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft, bruised light of a New York dawn. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city wake up. Below, millions of people were starting their mundane lives, oblivious to the fact that a war for the soul of a supernatural empire had just been fought in the hills. My neck still burned—a constant, rhythmic thrum that matched the heartbeat of the man sleeping in the next room. I looked at my reflection in the glass. I looked the same, yet entirely different. The navy blazer I’d worn to the sanctuary was ruined, the sleeves singed from the silver lightning I’d channeled. But it was my eyes that caught me off guard. They didn't just look tired; they looked electrified, reflecting a violet depth I didn't recognize. "You're brooding, Elena. It’s a bad habit. That’s my job." I didn't need to turn around to know Silas was there. The air in the room simply became heavier, charged with a magnetic pull that made the fine hairs on my arms sta

The rain in New York didn't fall; it hunted. It slapped against the windshield of the blacked-out SUV as we tore toward Pier 12. Beside me, Silas was a statue of lethal intent. He had traded his three-piece suit for tactical black—heavy leather and Kevlar that hugged his massive frame. He was checking a silver-plated handgun, but I knew the real weapon was the golden-eyed beast pacing behind his ribs. "The warehouse is a front for a Seeker extraction point," Silas said, his voice a low, vibrating hum that made the leather seats beneath us tremble. "They don't just want your DNA anymore, Elena. They want the 'Anchor Source.' They think if they can hook you up to a machine, they can siphon the Alpha power and sell it to the highest bidder." "They’re going to find out I’m not a battery," I said, checking the tablet on my lap. The silver light under my skin was humming in time with the wiper blades, sensing the foul energy waiting for us at the docks. "I’ve rerouted the pier’s security