The Lost Then Found Luna

Miss Rose

The morning sun lazily peeked through the curtains in Paxton's hotel room, signalling the start of a new day. However, as soon as he realised the time, panic surged, and he quickly jumped out of bed. He had overslept and was already running late for his meeting at The Oakley. In a frenzy, he rushed into the shower and cleaned up quickly before putting on a sharp business suit. After a quick spritz of cologne and glancing in the mirror, he headed to the reception to settle his bill.

As he stepped out of the hotel doors, the cool breeze brushed gently against his face, but he couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to because he was too focused on getting to The Oakley on time. Haze, his wolf, was acting like an excited teenager, adding to Paxton's frustration. However, he tried to keep his cool, knowing that the day ahead would be full of surprises.

Despite his desire to arrive at the meeting in a professional and timely manner, Paxton decided to walk to The Oakley to calm his nerves and mentally prepare himself for what was to come. He arrived at the venue at precisely 9.00 am, just a few minutes late. After checking in at the reception, he made his way to the meeting room, where he was greeted by the unexpected aroma of honeysuckle and peach. His eyes met with a beautiful woman with hazel-like eyes, and for a moment, he couldn't look away.

Her presence was breathtaking. Her light hazel eyes were piercing, and her sharp cheekbones and plump lips were surrounded by dark hair that was styled in a professional hairdo. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, framing her eyes and allowing her long lashes to stand out. Her body was perfectly proportioned, with curves in all the right places. As she passed by, her scent filled the air and sent Haze into a frenzy. Paxton was taken aback by Kiara's lack of response to their mate bond, and refrained from using the term. It was clear that she wasn't feeling the connection that would have brought them into a tight embrace.

The woman introduced herself as Kiara Rose, and Paxton couldn't help but be impressed by her poise and confidence. He took a seat next to Marcus and observed the other werewolves in the room, wondering how a human like Kiara could have so much influence and support from werewolves. He could only assume she was human because he couldn't sense her wolf, which only added to his curiosity. He sent a mind link to Luke to investigate Kiara further, but the presentation began before he could get a response.

Kiara's presentation was inspiring, and Paxton found himself feeling more open-minded and optimistic. She spoke about trust, collaboration, and creating a better future for the next generation. Her knowledge of the unique needs of children and how to cater to them was enlightening, and her commanding presence left him feeling invigorated.

As the presentation drew to a close, the final slide displayed a series of photographs depicting the journey of a young girl who had been in foster care. The first image showcased a preschooler who appeared to be around four or five years old. Despite the child's well-kept appearance, it was evident from the look in her eyes that she had been through a great deal of fear and loss. The second photograph featured a young schoolgirl aged approximately eight or nine years old. This child, too, looked well-cared for, but there was a hint of shyness and timidity in her posture and expression. However, her eyes exuded a measure of confidence that was unmistakable. In the final photograph, the girl had grown into a teenager, and her body language displayed a more significant degree of confidence than in the previous pictures. Although she still held a hint of hesitation in her posture, her eyes radiated pure happiness and a sense of triumph over the adversity she had faced.

As Paxton sat in the meeting room listening to Kiara talk about her work, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. She was passionate about what she was doing, and he could sense that there was something personal driving her as well. So, he decided to ask her how becoming partners would benefit him. Paxton wanted to know more about his mate. Kiara gave him a coy smile as she stepped back with confidence and lined herself up to the slide that was portraying the success story of a young youth. It was clear that she had thought this through and was prepared to answer any questions he had. Without skipping a beat, she replied, "Because I am living proof of this success." That's when it hit him - Kiara was the child that was in the photos. Paxton was impressed, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like he had missed something. So, he kept myself composed and asked, "And why would you classify yourself as a success story, Miss Rose?"

He didn't mean to come off as an arrogant prick, but he truly was intrigued to know the answer. Paxton wanted to know what had driven her to succeed. He didn't miss the smirk that appeared on her face as she leaned over in front of him and with flirty confidence replied, "Why, Mr Paxton, you should have done your research before attending this meeting and you would have realized that I am, in fact, the CEO of the company that you are currently sitting in. Paxton felt a newfound respect for her and could sense Kiara's passion for helping children in foster care was personal. She was driven by her own experiences, and she was determined to make a difference.

As Kiara walked towards Paxton, he couldn't help but notice the beautiful necklace hanging around her neck. The pendant was a rose golden lotus, shining under the light of the crescent moon. The sight of it triggered something in Paxton's mind, and he immediately mindlinked Luke again, requesting him to dig deeper into the history of the Lotus Pack and the Rogue King's battle. He knew that there was more to his mate than what he could see on the surface. Paxton was grateful for the opportunity to become Kiara's business partner, as it meant they would be spending more time together. He couldn't wait to uncover the secrets that lay beneath her mysterious persona.