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All Chapters of My Boss Is A Werewolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

Clara Bennett “Just one clear shot. One picture of this rich jerk with his side piece, and my blog numbers will surely blow up.” I hunched low in the driver's seat of my old car, the very same one my mom gave me for my nineteenth birthday two years ago. I loved it with everything in me. As the wind blew colder, I kept my eyes focused on the target. The camera felt heavy in my hands as I muttered under my breath. “Come on, just a little closer…” I raised the lens to my eye as my finger hovered over the button. When I got here earlier. ...couldn't help but admire the fancy hotel entrance that glowed under golden lights. It looked so perfect and definitely not the kind of world I belonged to... I had a task to fulfil since I needed quick cash. “This was going to be a good gossip headline,” I thought, as a small smile curved on my lips. Then a tall figure stepped directly into my frame, disrupting my perfect shot. “Ugh!” I growled, already annoyed. I had a short temper for moments

Chapter 2

Victor Sinclair “Clean this mess up,” I snapped at the waiter, my voice smooth as silk even though red wine dripped down my collar. Amelia’s emerald eyes were still wide with shock, but I leaned in and brushed my lips against her cheek, letting my fingers linger on her arm. “Darling, give me a moment. This is just a little misunderstanding. I’ll be right back.” She nodded obediently, just how I liked it. “Please don’t take long. I’m worried about you. She is crazy.” Amelia’s eyes welled with tears as she spoke. “Don’t worry about me, my love. No one hits me and gets away with it,” I assured her. I straightened my jacket and walked away from the table like I owned the entire restaurant. The moment I walked into the hallway, I noticed was empty and cold it was. “She is gone...Damn it..“ Before I could turn back, I spotted a small black device on the floor. I picked it up and flipped it open. The initials “C.B.” were engraved on it. The style in which it was writt

Chapter 3

Clara Bennett Tears blurred everything as I drove through the cold night. The heater in my old car had died months ago, but I barely felt the chill. All I could feel was the knife in my chest. “Cheating bastard,” I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “Jerk. Liar.” All those months. All the love I poured into Victor like a fool. He had never once taken me to a fancy restaurant. Every time I brought it up, he would smile and say, “One day, baby. When we can afford it and we’ll go to the best places.” Lies. All of it. I reached into my jacket pocket out of habit, searching for my tiny camera. My fingers touched nothing but fabric. My heart stopped. “No… no, no, no!” I slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop in the middle of the dark street. I patted my pockets frantically, then searched the seat, the floor, everywhere. “This isn’t good… God, not tonight… I need it!” Months of hard work. Every secret photo, every video. If someone found that camera, my ent

Chapter 4

Clara Bennett My feet dragged against the cracked sidewalk as I made my way back to where they had dumped my car. Every step I took sent a painful reminder through my bruised ribs that my mom was held back there. I glanced back and saw them drag her out to who knows where. I felt helpless. The cold night air bit at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside my chest. This wasn't the Victor I fell in love with. That sweet guy who used to bring me cheap chocolate and kiss my forehead after a long day? He was gone. In his place was this cold monster who smiled while holding my mother’s life in his hands. I reached my car which was still parked crookedly on the side of the empty street. As I yanked the door open, I glanced up at the sky and saw a perfect full moon hanging heavy and bright, bathing everything in silvery light. “Great,” I muttered, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Werewolves. What the hell do werewolves even do for a living?” I let out a bi

Chapter 5

Clara Bennett I sat rigidly in the chair across from Ryder’s massive desk with my back straight as a rod. It was only my first day, and I already felt like a complete nervous wreck. My palms were sweaty, and every time his intense gaze swept over me, my pulse quickened like a startled rabbit. He had even brought me coffee earlier, it was black with one sugar, exactly how I liked it. I couldn't even ask how he knew, probably a wild guess…right? He gave it to me with a small gentle smile. The rumors painted him as rude, cruel, and ice-cold. Yet this man… this man was pure kindness wrapped in a terrifyingly attractive package. As I typed on the computer.. I heard him shift a little then, he excused himself politely. I blinked several times to make sure he was actually talking to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable.” He closed the mahogany door softly behind him like a true gentleman. The second he was gone, I let out a shaky breath. I grippe

Chapter 6

Clara Bennett Ryder stopped right in front of me, his tall, powerful frame blocking out everything else in the room. His dark eyes moved slowly from my face to Amelia, who was still clinging to his arm like she owned him. “Mr. West, please!” Amelia whined in that annoying high-pitched voice, pressing her fake breasts against his side. “She was snooping through your desk like a thief! She even called me a bitch! You can’t trust this cheap little nobody!” I kept my chin up, even though my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode. *This is it. I’m done. Victor is going to kill me and my mom.* Ryder’s jaw tightened, then he looked at me with that cold, intense stare that made my knees feel weak. “Clara. Is what she’s saying true?” Before I could even open my mouth, Amelia cut in again, her voice dripping with tears. “Of course it’s true! I saw everything! She was digging through your drawers like some desperate spy. She’s obviously jealous because I’m close to y

Chapter 7

Clara BennettMy legs felt like jelly as I walked through the empty parking lot. It was already past 9 PM, and the cold night air bit through my thin jacket. I clutched my bag tightly against my chest, my mind still replaying every second of that charged moment in Ryder’s office. *Not yet.* Those two words from him had been running on repeat in my head like a warning.I was so distracted that I didn’t see him coming.Ryder suddenly stepped out from between two parked cars, tall and powerful in his perfectly tailored black suit. We collided hard. My bag slipped from my hands, and half my files went flying everywhere across the asphalt.“Ah!” I gasped, bending down quickly to grab them before the wind carried them away.“Clara,” Ryder’s deep voice cut through the night. He crouched beside me instantly, helping pick up the scattered papers with those big, strong hands. “I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”Our fingers brushed as we both reached for the same document. A stupid spa

Chapter 8

Clara BennettI barely made it inside my apartment before the dread hit me like a truck. My hands were still shaking from Ryder’s touch, from the way he had looked at me like I actually mattered. I locked the door, leaning my back against it and letting out a long, exhausted breath.That’s when I smelled it .... that same expensive cologne that used to make my stomach flutter. Now it made me want to vomit.Victor stepped out of the shadows of my tiny living room like he owned the place. He was sitting on my couch, legs crossed, holding a glass of my cheap wine like it was champagne.“Welcome home, darling,” he said with that smooth, fake smile. “How was your first day with the big bad wolf?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I dropped my bag and took a step back. “How the hell did you get in here?”Victor laughed softly and stood up, walking toward me slowly. “I still have my key. You never asked for it back, remember? Or were you hoping I’d come crawling back?”I crossed my arms tig

Chapter 9

Clara BennettI couldn’t sit still. After Victor left, the apartment felt too small, too quiet, and way too dangerous. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling as I paced the tiny living room. Ryder’s text still glowed on my phone screen...I stared at it for the hundredth time. Should I reply? What if I sounded too eager? What if I sounded cold and he got suspicious?“Ugh,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My throat felt dry from all the crying. I needed water.I walked to the kitchen on shaky legs, my bare feet cold against the cheap tiles. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with tap water, and took a big gulp. The cool liquid did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest.My phone suddenly rang.The glass nearly slipped from my hand. Ryder’s name flashed on the screen. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I stared at the ringing phone, frozen. *Pick up. Don’t pick up. Pick up.*On the fourth ring, I swiped to answer, pressing the phone to my ear with a shak

Chapter 10

Clara BennettThe next morning, I walked into the West Group building with my stomach tied in knots. My eyes were puffy from another night of crying over Mom, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking no matter how many times I wiped them on my black pencil skirt. I kept replaying Ryder’s phone call in my head. *I like you. I want to be friends.* The words made my heart race even now, but every time they did, Victor’s cruel threats pushed right back in.“This is for Mom. Get the documents. Get close. Then get out.“I stepped into the elevator, clutching my camera bag tightly against my chest. When the doors opened on the top floor, I took a deep breath and walked straight to Ryder’s office. My heels clicked loudly on the marble floor, sounding too loud in my own ears.Ryder was already at his desk, looking powerful and perfect in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms. The second he saw me, his dark eyes softened just a little.“Clara,” he said,

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