جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 20

The cooling fans inside my laptop whined in protest against the heavy firewall, and I stared at the useless black screen for several minutes.The sudden system crash made no sense for a basic public traffic camera, and it felt like someone was actively watching me from the other side of the network.I had bypassed bank security walls with less effort, yet a simple street camera managed to fry my backdoor access and lock me out.I closed the lid of my encrypted laptop and shoved it into the bottom drawer of my desk so Marcus wouldn't ask any awkward questions.My desk phone rang loudly, and the shrill noise made me jump in my stiff leather chair."Executive office, this is Jett speaking," I answered while trying to keep my voice steady."Who the hell authorized the termination of the VP of marketing?" an angry voice shouted through the receiver."Mr. Wilder made the decision, and he is currently unavailable to discuss the matter," I lied smoothly.The rest of the afternoon turned into

My hands remained perfectly flat against the smooth surface of the mahogany desk, and I stopped breathing so I would not make a single sound.Jett stood in the open doorway with his knuckles turning white around the thick canvas strap of his messenger bag.He stared at me with wide eyes, and he waited for me to explain a secret that I could never actually reveal to him.A cold spike of pure panic shot straight down my spine and settled deep in my stomach.I used ancient magic to change my facial features before I walked into that underground club last weekend.The spell successfully altered my jawline and hid the true color of my eyes so I could blend into the human crowd.The visual illusion worked perfectly, but the magic clearly failed to mask the deep natural scent of my body.My inner wolf pushed to the surface of my mind and let out a very satisfied growl.The beast felt incredibly proud that our mate remembered our unique smell even after all these days apart.I desperately wan

Ren let out a low chuckle, and the genuine sound surprised me."You are far too patient for corporate politics," he said."Patience pays the rent," I joked with a small shrug.He leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk, and he looked at me with a genuine curiosity."Do you have family in the city to help you pay that rent?" he asked gently."No, it is just me. My parents passed away a few years ago, so I moved here to find a stable job."I expected him to offer a fake apology or pity me, but he just nodded his head in quiet understanding."Living alone in a place this big takes a lot of resilience," Ren observed without pushing for any more painful details.He respected my boundaries perfectly, and he smoothly shifted the conversation to a debate about the terrible traffic on the morning commute.I slowly dropped my defensive walls and realized I was actually enjoying his company.The terrifying billionaire was surprisingly grounded when he let go of his arrogant public persona.

The frosted glass wall of my office blurred the bright fluorescent lights of the typing pool, but my Lycan vision easily pierced the thick haze.I stood perfectly still near the massive window and watched Jett talking to the receptionist by the blue water cooler.He looked much better than he did an hour ago, and the dark exhaustion under his beautiful eyes was already starting to fade away.My inner wolf let out a deep rumble of satisfaction because the custom espresso I bought him worked its magic.I had never fetched coffee for anyone in my long life, but I would gladly cross the city every morning just to see the soft surprise on his face.I watched a junior accountant scurry away from the cooler the second Jett approached the area.Most of the corporate staff assumed Jett was my personal executioner, and they avoided him out of pure terror.The fear amused my wolf, and a fierce wave of possessive pride swelled in my chest.Brenda bumped her shoulder against Jett's arm, and she po

I pressed the tip of my red pen against the grainy paper and drew a thick circle around the dark shadow.The security camera footage was terrible, and the ink bled into the cheap printer paper.I leaned closer to my desk to study the blurry outline of the tall man standing near the streetlamp.I knew I was wasting my morning break on a hopeless cause, but my stubborn brain refused to let the mystery go.The heavy mahogany door to the executive office swung open, and the sudden noise made me jump in my leather chair.Enzo walked out first with a massive stack of red folders tucked under his arm.He looked incredibly annoyed, and he marched straight past my desk toward the private elevator without saying a word to me.Ren stepped out of the office a few seconds later, and he did not look happy either.He stopped right in front of my workspace and crossed his arms over his broad chest.I quickly tried to slide a blank file folder over my printed photograph to hide my secret project.I wa