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Instead, I would be the Moretti heir, capable of protecting myself. The phone screen went dark, and the room was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “Tomorrow, everything will be okay.” The person in the black coat—would he be the light leading me out of the mire? I didn’t know, but I was willing to wait and find out.

The way he dresses, the way he acts and commands everyone around him was enigmatic. She had no choice but to submit to him and give in to everything he demanded. He was undoubtedly a man of authority just like Jimin said and a fucking beast in sheets, as Mina predicted. He could easily overpower her in every sense of the word. Getting away from her, Kevin pulled open his drawer and took out his black card. He extended the card towards Emma, who hesitated before accepting it, well aware that declining it would have consequences. Kevin then told her that they would be visiting the bank the next morning.

I listen to the sound of his footsteps fading way. For the first time since I left my pack, I am alone. Now is my chance. I still have the root in my pocket. I reach for it. I will take fate into my own hands. I will end my life so I do not have to live a life with him as his bride. With shaking hands, I take the root from my pocket and bring it up to my lips.

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To smell her. Everything about her screams the rough clash of perfection of light and darkness in nature itself. Every thing. Her lips… I ruffled my hair, and strode in with my men. Handing my gloves to Barn, I downed a full shot of vodka. It burns in my throat, but it does little to clear my head. Settled after a bath, I opened my email to messages from the acting president of the Lunar group of companies. My mother struggled to rebuild my father's company. When I took over, she made sure I stayed off the screen and the drama of the business world.

He ordered the maids to prepare breakfast for Erina, specifically requesting medium veal steaks, the first cranberries of the season juiced, and toast, getting particular with the doneness of the toast down to the second. Erina was a noble and elegant white wolf, after all, and it was only right for her to be very particular with things so that they would be done properly. After that, he went to the headquarters as usual, planning to read up on the reports that had come in from the trade centers at the borders. Seconds later, a document was placed on his desk. Larry looked at the document and frowned when he read the title. It said, "Application Form for Leaving the Pack."

“To Cole Buckman. The new heir. The man who took an empire with nothing but his iron will.” I slid into the booth, chuckling as they gestured for me to sit. Adrian pushed a drink toward me. “You did it, man. And you didn’t just take over—you crushed every single one of them.” Fred leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. “The board didn’t stand a chance. Hell, even your father couldn’t stop you.” I swirled the whiskey in my glass, letting their words settle. They weren’t wrong though. I hadn’t just successfully taken over the company—I had seized it with an iron grip.

She stated, “So, give me a position.” “Is that how you apply for a job?” “Come on, Cale, I'm your sister!” Reneé keeps tugging his shirt. Cale firmly closed his eyes and somewhat annoyed. “Fine! Stop doing that.” Cale stated, Reneé let him go and smiled at him. “So? What did you get for me?” “Assistant position.” “An assistant?!” Reneé gasps in shock. “Don't you have another position available?” She asked again. “I do. But unless you pay back every credit card you used instead of making me pay for it, you're going to take that position.”

However, I wasn’t afraid. “Sure.” I took the chip and agreed without hesitation. That night, I kicked him onto the king-sized bed of the presidential suite, and in the most primitive way, completely took away his control. I was riding on top. He probably never expected that the skills he was so proud of would be lost to me. Watching him beneath me go from initial shock and humiliation to eventual surrender and indulgence, I truly understood then what it felt like to control a top-tier prey. I had to admit that Lorenzo appeared at the perfect time.

Was he… seriously turning his back on me? He walked to his chair and sat down, completely relaxed. Reaching for the bottle, he poured himself a shot and took another slow sip before setting it aside. Then he picked up a file from the desk and flipped it open. “You’ve got the wrong grip too,” he continued, reading through the papers as though we were discussing tomorrow’s weather. “What?” “Your dominant hand goes higher. Wrap your other hand around it." His eyes never left the file as he instructed. “Lock your thumbs together.”