All Chapters of My Boss Is The Rumored Beast: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lucas The encrypted satellite phone buzzed against my mahogany desk, vibrating with a dull, persistent hum that sliced through the tension of my study.I picked it up on the second ring, bringing the receiver to my ear without saying a word. Across the desk, Katlyn sat in one of the leather armchairs, her fingers tightly wrapped around a warm mug of tea, her eyes tracking my every movement with a mixture of hope and underlying dread."Report," I growled, my deep baritone low and even.Caleb’s voice came through the line, raspy and laced with static from the high-altitude signal. "Alpha. European Interpol just flagged a detainment near the Swiss border. A high-value suspect was taken into custody at a remote checkpoint attempting to cross into Geneva."I narrowed my eyes, leaning forward, resting my elbows on the wood. "Who?""Heaven," Caleb reported, his tone grave. "She surrendered without a fight. Local authorities are holding her in a secure containment cell. She's claiming she ex

LukasThe lowest floor of the Silverclaw dungeon was a dark place where sunlight never came. The walls were made of old, dark stone, cold to the touch and wet with air that smelled like old water.Rafael sat chained to an iron post right in the middle of the small stone room. Heavy metal cuffs were locked tight around his wrists and ankles, but he barely had the energy to lift his head. Without his dark magic, he looked small, thin, and tired, his eyes totally blank as he stared down at the wet stone floor.I stood right outside the iron bars with my arms crossed over my chest. Beside me stood six old leaders of the pack. Katlyn stood right at my side, her small hand holding onto my arm tightly. I had told her she could stay upstairs where it was warm, but she had shaken her head. She wanted to see the end of this with her own eyes.Elder Vane took a step forward, carrying an old stone bowl filled with a dark, glowing liquid."We can lock his body in a cage, Alpha," Vane said softly,

Katlyn Eight months went by like a gentle dream.The pack was slowly healing. Broken walls were built back up, the damaged trees on the edge of the property grew new green leaves, and the terror that used to sit on everyone's chest was gone.And right at the center of all this peace was my growing stomach.I stood in front of the tall mirror in our bedroom, resting both of my hands over the big, round bump underneath my soft sweater. My pregnancy had progressed smoothly, without a single problem, but you would think I was made of fragile glass by the way everyone acted around me."Katlyn, sweetie, don't you dare bend down to pick up those shoes!"I turned around with a soft laugh as Lukas’s mother, Eleanor, walked into the room carrying a silver tray with a warm cup of herbal tea and a small bowl of sliced fruit. She set the tray down on the table, her face bright with a loving smile as she hurried over to adjust the thick blanket over my shoulders."Lukas will have my head if he s

Katlyn The front doors of the Silverclaw estate swung open, letting in the cool, crisp morning air. I stood in the grand entrance hall, my heart pounding a rapid, nervous rhythm against my ribs. Beside me, Lukas wrapped a warm, reassuring arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his side.Standing right in front of us, looking completely wide-eyed and overwhelmed by the towering ceilings and massive marble pillars, were my human parents."Katlyn, sweetie!" my mother cried out, her eyes immediately filling with soft tears. She dropped her purse onto the polished floor and rushed forward, throwing her arms gently around my shoulders."Mom," I breathed out, burying my face in her familiar, warm scent. A wave of comfort washed over me as I hugged her tight, feeling the familiar fabric of her soft coat.My father was right behind her, his face warm with a soft, proud smile as he stepped in to wrap us both in a big bear hug. "Look at you, sweetheart," my dad whispered softly, kissin

MayaThe bar slipped from Caleb’s sweaty hand, slamming down onto the metal gym rack with a loud, metallic clatter.He let out a sharp, breathless grunt of frustration, his sharp jaw clenching tight as he dropped his head back against the bench. His broad shoulders were glistening with sweat, his grey shirt soaked through, and his chest heaved up and down in rapid, exhausted breaths. Eight months of lying in a hospital bed had stolen the thick muscle he had spent a lifetime building, leaving his body weak and stiff."Hey," I said softly, stepping forward from the side of the training room. I picked up a white towel and handed it to him, sitting down on the small wooden bench right beside him. "You pushed yourself for three straight hours today, Caleb. Take a break."Caleb took the towel, wiping the sweat from his face and neck, but his stormy eyes were staring angrily at his own trembling hands."I used to lift three times this weight without even breathing hard, Maya," he rasped, hi