My Fated Mate, My Coldest Enemy.

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Liaison Department. The lingering scent of rain and burning amber from the CEO's office clung to

I scolded myself. You are here

ffering a panoramic view of Seattle's grey skyline. Heads turned as I ente

ice, her arms crossed over her chest. The fake smi

suggesting she had bet against it

lied smoothly, refusing to let her se

situation. The Crimson Fang Pack. Their Alpha, Marcus Thorne, is in Conference Room B waiting to fina

obody else is available. If you can get his signature, you'll prove to everyone-

her-it smelled like sulfur and cheap perfume-but I

t," I said, ta

ing too many teeth. "Excelle

ooks from the other staff members. I straightened my blazer

ong mahogany table was a man who looked less like an Alpha and more like a caricature of one. Marcus

ile I placed on the tab

ick and wet. "Blackwood usually sends me o

my voice professional and cold. I opened the folder. "We need

rcle the table, moving with a predatory slowness. The scent of him hit me the

d, stopping right behind my chair. "I care about hos

r between us. "If you aren't interest

ddy yellow. "You think you can dismiss an Alph

lun

osed the distance before I could react, his hand gripping the ba

as you look," he hissed, burying

ng another wolf without permission was a

ted, stomping my hee

d his grip. I scrambled back, my

ng purple. "I'll tear this alliance to shreds! I'

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exploded inward, slamming against the

n stood in

ves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was the air around him that terrified

ch black. The wol

raining from his face. "A

len

tural growl that vibrated through the very ma

ands had crushed him. He gasped for air, clut

s, placing himself directly between me and the kneeling Alpha. The sc

Safe

en's back was a wall of tension, his sh

humanity. It was the sound of a monster contemplating

cus wheezed, trying to resist the

If you are not out of my building in thirty seconds, I will r

t.

idn't look at me. He didn't look at Aiden. He ran, stumbling over his ow

nded, heavy a

my throat. He had saved me. The man who looked at me w

urbulent, stormy blue. He looked at me, his chest heaving, his expression a war zon

demanded, the words

head, unabl

stared at me, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his