All Chapters of My Boss Is A Werewolf : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Clara Bennett“I need a minute,” I whispered, pulling back from Ryder’s arms. My voice sounded small and raw. “I just… I want to freshen up. Everything feels so heavy right now.”Ryder searched my face for a second, his eyes full of understanding. Just a while ago, he was just my boss and now, he was listening to my heart's cry. How could anyone disappoint such a pure heart? No way. Suddenly, I felt so shamed just thinking about it. I lowered my head, feeling my cheeks flash pink. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Take all the time you need, Clara. I’ll be right out here if you want me.”I nodded and slipped out of his hold, my legs still shaky as I walked toward the bathroom. I heard his footsteps outside, as if he was pacing in the room.The second I closed the door behind me, I locked it and leaned my back against the wood, letting out a long, trembling breath. The fancy bathroom felt too clean, too perfect for the mess

Ryder West“Here, this should help,” I muttered to myself as I stirred the hot cocoa in the mug. I didn’t want Clara feeling like I was looking down on her or treating her like some fragile thing that needed fixing. She had already been through enough. I just wanted to do something small, something normal, to show her I was there.The spoon clinked against the side of the mug while I added a little extra marshmallow on top the way I had seen her do once at the office. I was just turning toward the hallway when my senses suddenly sharpened. My hearing picked up something faint... a soft scrape, almost like fabric brushing against glass. Then a strange scent hit me, sharp and almost like a chemical, before it vanished just as quickly.Intruder.“Shit!” I gasped, the mug slipping from my hand. It crashed onto the floor, hot cocoa splattering everywhere and shards of glass scattering across the tiles. I didn’t even look down. My heart slammed against my ribs as I bolted toward the be

Victor Sinclair “Everything went smoothly?” I asked into the phone, my voice calm and controlled even as a slow smile spread across my face. “Yes, sir,” the man on the other end replied. “We have her. She’s sedated and secure. No complications.” I leaned back in the worn leather chair of the old warehouse office, far outside the city limits where no one would think to look. The faint smell of smoke and chemicals hung in the air, but it didn’t bother me. It felt like home. “Good. Keep her that way until I arrive. And remember ...not a single scratch on her unless I say so. She’s still useful.” I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the desk. A deep, satisfied chuckle escaped me as I reached for the cigar box. I pulled one out, lit it slowly, and took a long drag, letting the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. Everything was falling perfectly into place. Clara had been in Ryder’s fancy apartment, wrapped up in his warmth like some lovesick fool. The thought made me laugh again

Victor Sinclair I pushed open the heavy metal door to the holding room with a soft creak, stepping inside with my hands in my pockets like I was visiting an old friend. Oh wait, my foolish and naive ex .. The space was dimly lit, with cold concrete walls, and a single hospital-style bed bolted to the floor in the center. Clara was already awake, sitting up with her wrists and ankles chained to the metal frame. My men had dressed her in a simple gray sweatshirt and pants, just like I ordered. “Well, well,” I said with a slow smile, closing the door behind me. “Look who’s finally awake. You look beautiful even when you’re furious, Clara. I’ve always admired that fire in you.” Clara’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with pure hatred. She yanked hard against the chains, the metal rattling loudly against the bed frame. Her hair was still damp from the shower they had taken her from, and her face was streaked with dried tears, but she lifted her chin defiantly. “You sick bastard

Ryder West “I need to file a missing person report,” I said, slamming my hand down on the front desk the moment I walked into the police station. My voice echoed through the quiet lobby, drawing stares from the few officers present. “Her name is Clara Bennett. She was taken from my apartment building less than two hours ago. Victor Sinclair is behind it. I want him brought in immediately. He is her ex and he has been blackmailing her for days.” The desk sergeant, a middle-aged man with graying hair and tired eyes, looked up at me. His face paled slightly when he recognized who I was. He swallowed hard and straightened his uniform. “Mr. West… please, have a seat. Let’s talk about this calmly.” “I don’t want to sit,” I growled, leaning over the counter. My hands were clenched into fists so tight my knuckles were white. “Every minute we waste is another minute she’s in danger. Victor Sinclair had her kidnapped. I have security footage showing masked men taking her out of my building.