Chapter 7: Secrets from the Past
519 Words
I spent the whole weekend trying to pretend everything was normal.
Work emails, sketching new designs, cleaning my apartment — anything to keep my mind off Alexander Blackwood and that kiss.
But he was everywhere. In my thoughts. In my dreams. Even my wolf was restless, pacing and whining for her mate.
On Monday morning, I walked into the office determined to focus. Big presentation today for a new client.
My assistant greeted me with wide eyes. "Miss Voss, there's someone waiting in your office."
My stomach dropped.
I opened the door and there he was — Alexander, sitting in my chair like he owned the place, flipping through one of my sketchbooks.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, closing the door quickly.
"Waiting for you," he said calmly, closing the book. "These are good. Really good."
"That's private."
He stood up, towering over me even in heels. "We need to talk about protection."
"I told you, I don't need—"
A knock interrupted me. My boss's voice: "Elena? The client's here early."
Panic hit me. If anyone saw Alexander Blackwood in my office...
"One minute!" I called.
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Client?"
"None of your business."
He moved closer, voice low. "Everything about you is my business now."
I shoved him toward the closet — yes, I actually shoved the Alpha King into a supply closet.
"Stay here and be quiet," I whispered fiercely.
He looked amused but went in without protest.
I smoothed my hair, opened the door, and greeted the client with my best professional smile.
The meeting went well. Forty-five minutes of discussing fabrics, colors, timelines.
But the whole time, I could feel him. His presence just feet away.
When the client left, I opened the closet door.
Alexander stepped out, arms crossed. "That was... interesting."
"You can't just show up at my work."
"I can if you're in danger."
"What danger? You keep saying that, but—"
My phone rang. Unknown number.
I answered. "Hello?"
Heavy breathing, then a distorted voice: "The rejected Luna doesn't belong with the King. Stay away, or we'll make you."
The line went dead.
Alexander's face darkened. He took the phone from my hand, checked the number.
"Blocked. Untraceable."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Who was that?"
"Someone who doesn't want us together." He pulled me into his arms without asking. This time, I didn't fight it.
"You're coming with me tonight," he said. "To my penthouse. It's the safest place in the city."
"I have work tomorrow."
"I'll have your things brought over. You can work from there."
"This is crazy."
"No," he said, tilting my chin up. "Crazy was letting you run away five years ago. I'm not making that mistake again."
I wanted to argue.
But the fear from that call was still fresh.
"Fine," I said finally. "One night."
His smile was victorious. "One night is all I need to start."
I should have known better.
One night with the Alpha King would never be just one night.
And deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted it to be.
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