I straightened my tie and checked my watch. 9:58 AM. Perfect timing.
Sophie would be sitting in that conference room right now, probably nursing a coffee and trying not to panic. My wolf had been restless all morning, practically vibrating with anticipation.
*Mate. Ours. Finally.*
"Patience," I murmured, adjusting my cuff links. "Good things come to those who wait."
And I'd been waiting for months. Watching Sophie Turner from afar, learning her patterns, her strengths, her dreams. Creating the perfect position for her at Knight Industries. Setting the stage for everything that would follow.
Finding her in that bar two nights ago? Pure luck. But having her here, in my territory, working for my company? That was strategy.
My assistant knocked on the door to the small conf
