Monday hit like a punch to the gut. Every time I walked onto the executive floor of Blackthorn Tower, the tension felt heavier and thicker, almost like the air itself wanted to pick a fight. I was dressed to kill: charcoal pencil skirt, tight enough to cling to every curve, white silk blouse that couldn't quite contain me, and my raven hair pulled back, severe but sexy, with a few loose strands framing my face. My aura was locked down, or so I thought, but I could still feel it leaking out. The space around my desk felt charged, like everyone could sense something was brewing.Damien didn’t waste a second flexing his power.He summoned me in first thing. I walked into his office, and he locked his golden eyes on me, hunting. The pull between us, whatever weird, wild energy we had,felt even stronger. My inner wolf was clawing at me, whining and desperate. My body didn’t play fair. Heat flooded my core, and my nipples were hard against the silk. I could feel the slick building between m
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