Chapter 9
1021 Words
Amelia’s next morning at Lyric Industries arrived with a surprising calmness. She had already learned the rhythm of her new tasks—sorting executive files, scheduling high-stake meetings, and translating Ethan’s sometimes intimidating decisions into organized, workable plans for the staff.
By the time she settled at her desk outside his office, she felt strangely… steady. Not fully confident, not yet, but grounded. Determined.
Inside his office, Ethan was already reviewing paperwork from a late-night conference. The pressure from the Silvercrest Council wasn’t easing, and the deadline for his inheritance loomed like a storm cloud that refused to roll away.
But even with everything pulling at him, he found his attention drifting more than once toward the glass wall separating his space from Amelia’s desk. She worked with a quiet focus that settled the atmosphere around her, though he tried not to admit—even to himself—how much that steadiness affected him.
The elevator chimed.
Amelia barely looked up, assuming it was another executive from the upper floors—until a tall man stepped into the corridor with a presence strong enough to shift the air.
His eyes were sharp. Calculating. Alert.
He walked with the confidence of someone who knew exactly who he was and how the world moved around him.
He wasn’t dressed like an employee. His clothing was casual, but carried the unmistakable aura of authority.
And something else.
Something primal—like the quiet power Ethan carried.
Amelia blinked twice.
Another werewolf.
The man paused when he noticed her. “Good morning,” he said, studying her without staring. His voice was warm but edged with caution.
“Good morning,” she replied politely.
“You must be new here.”
Her smile was small. “Yes. Amelia Hayes.”
He nodded. “Daniel.”
She didn’t miss the flicker in his expression—like he was mentally filing away her name for later.
Before she could think much of it, Daniel knocked once on Ethan’s door and entered without waiting for permission, which told Amelia exactly what kind of relationship they had.
Inside the office, Ethan didn’t look surprised.
In fact, he let out a breath that sounded almost relieved.
“Daniel. You came faster than I expected.”
Daniel closed the door behind him. “I had to. The Council meeting was… eventful.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened, though he kept his voice even. “Tell me everything.”
Daniel placed a thick envelope on Ethan’s desk. “These are the formal Council updates. Votes, alliances, objections. A few members still support you, but…” He hesitated. “Your uncle’s influence is spreading faster than we thought.”
Ethan took the envelope, thumb brushing over its seal. “And what about the land dispute?”
Daniel shook his head. “Marcus is moving behind your back. Quietly. The Council hasn’t seen proof yet, but I’m sure he’s building something. And it’s big. He’s covering his tracks too well.”
Ethan leaned back, eyes narrowing. “Of course he is. He’s waiting for the perfect time to strike.”
Daniel nodded, crossing his arms. “We’re digging deeper, but whatever he’s preparing—it’s not just political. I think he’s trying to force your hand.”
Ethan clenched his jaw. “To rush the marriage.”
“To rush everything,” Daniel corrected. “He wants you destabilized.”
Ethan closed his eyes briefly. He knew his uncle’s tactics too well. Marcus Lyric played long games, and he played them without mercy.
Daniel studied him for a moment before lowering his voice. “And about the new girl.”
Ethan froze for a fraction of a second—subtle, but Daniel saw it.
“You noticed her,” Ethan answered neutrally.
Daniel huffed. “Anyone with a pulse would notice her. But that’s not the point.” He stepped closer. “Who is she, Ethan? I’ve never seen her here before.”
“She’s my new executive assistant,” Ethan replied, keeping his tone even.
Daniel lifted a brow. “Just that?”
Ethan shot him a look.
Daniel raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. But Ethan… she feels different. Not like the others who work here. There’s something about her energy. Calm but sharp. Aware.”
Ethan swallowed. “I know.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Daniel shifted. “Does she know what we are?”
“No.” Ethan sighed. “And she doesn’t need to. Not now.”
Daniel paused, gaze drifting toward the door. “She’s going to be pulled into this whether she wants to or not. Your uncle’s moves are getting messy. He’s watching everything you do—including who you hire.”
Ethan didn’t like the truth of that.
Marcus was already dangerous. If he thought Amelia mattered—even a little—he would use that leverage without hesitation.
Daniel stepped back. “We should increase security. Quietly.”
Ethan nodded. “Do it.”
“And Ethan…” Daniel hesitated. “If something happens—anything—you need to tell me immediately.”
His voice held the weight of brotherhood, the unspoken bond of two men who had survived leadership, loss, and war side by side.
Ethan nodded once. “I will.”
Daniel gave a sharp exhale, then straightened his jacket. “I’ll send you the full intelligence report by tonight.” He moved toward the door but paused with his hand on the handle. “And Ethan?”
“Yeah?”
Daniel’s expression softened. “Be careful with the girl. If she becomes a target, Marcus will not stop until she breaks.”
Ethan’s chest tightened. “I won’t let that happen.”
When Daniel stepped out into the hallway again, Amelia instinctively looked up, and their eyes met. Daniel offered her a small nod—curious, respectful, and thoughtful.
She returned the gesture.
He walked away, but not before casting one last glance at Ethan’s office, a silent message written across his face:
Whoever this girl is… she matters.
And that made her part of the storm.
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