Wolfe Pact
polished marble floors and opulent, gold-accented walls. The room hummed with sophisticated laughter, soft music, and t
emerald velvet mini dress hugged her body flawlessly, highlighting her slender figure. Its daring neckline and tapered sleeves whispered of both power and refined sensuality.
intriguing mystery, a figure who seemed familiar but whose name eluded them. Once, her face had dominated headlines, but time ha
strated tonight's appearance to recapture attention and spark recognition, yet these powerful players had forgotten her so eas
d elusive. She scanned the lavish ballroom repeatedly, each p
brisk night air a stark contrast to the stifling warmth of the gala. She shivered, immediately reg
her sprawling forward onto the cold concrete. Pain shot through her knee, and embarrassment flared hot in he
't m
e piercing gaze of Derek Wolfe, kneeling gracefully beside her. His presence was striking, commanding attention effortlessly
y, assessing her scraped knee with cl
e allowed him to guide her smoothly to her feet. His touch lingered slightly lon
teadied by sheer determination as
unreadable yet deeply probing. "Did y
g in her eyes. "Funny. I came to the gala speci
y in his eyes. "Fate seems to have its own plans. And
y, meeting his gaze unfli
l mask. "Come," he instructed, turning sharply toward a sleek black Lamborghini pa
g with apprehension. Inside the luxurious confines of the car, silence stretched tensely betwee
h the heavy silence. "You sti
tly, her voice f
ky Taylor," he echoed thoughtfully, genuine i
augh. "Yes, it was wonder
ch, disconcerting sound. "Y
ence. When Derek smoothly pulled up outside her building, he
nstructed, his voice calm and auth
ot breaking their intense eye contact. "You're
uingly intimate. "You mentioned revenge. I'
ction between them. This wasn't charity or curiosity; Derek
e promised, her
d dismissed her clea
into the night, the card clutched tightly in her hand. She
forgotten woman, betrayed and powerless. Sky Taylor was rising again, and Derek