The Lycan's Impossible Mate

Could this be possible?

Episode Four

As Diablo settled in his office, he realized immediately that something was wrong. His wolf would not calm down. It paced restlessly beneath his skin, agitated in a way he had never experienced before.

He leaned back slowly in his chair, jaw-tightening as he tried to force himself to focus on the documents spread across his desk, but it was useless.

His thoughts kept drifting back to her.

“How is this even possible”? He muttered quietly.

A human.

His mate was supposed to be human?

The idea alone sounded absurd.

Impossible, even.

His thought went back to the moment he stepped into the outer office, his mind was still on the meeting ahead—investors, timelines, decisions that required precision and control.

Then he felt it.

It wasn’t something he heard or saw at first. It was a sharp instinct stirred from somewhere deep within him. The hairs at the back of his neck rose as the wolf inside him, calm only moments ago, suddenly stirred awake.

His gaze lifted.

And landed on her.

She sat behind the desk, unaware, her posture composed but unguarded in a way that didn’t belong in a place like this. For a moment, everything inside him stilled, as though something ancient had recognized her before he could.

Mate, his wolf had called out.

The certainty hit without warning, settling heavily in his chest.

His jaw tightened as unfamiliar pressure built beneath his ribs. His wolf, silent for years, pushed against his control with sudden intensity.

She was human.

That alone should have been enough to silence it.

But it wasn’t.

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady the irritation building inside him. Almost immediately, his wolf reacted again almost instantly, restless and impatient, as though it had already decided something he was still trying to deny.

His gaze shifted toward the door. Then, without thinking much about it, he inhaled deeply, trying to catch even the faintest trace of wolf from her scent.

Anything, some hidden smell or sign that this made sense.

But there was nothing.

Outside, in the outer office, Adele couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“No… this cannot be happening," she whispered to herself.

She shook her head lightly, trying to clear whatever strange feelings had settled over her. Then she reached for her bag and began unpacking her things carefully on the desk.

Notebook. Pen. Documents.

Normal things. Things she understood.

But even as she settled into the chair, her attention kept drifting toward the second door.

The one leading directly into his office.

Then a faint sound came from the other side.

Movement.

Subtle.

But enough to make her pause.

Her fingers stilled briefly before she forced herself to continue.

Then she forced herself to continue.

Whatever was happening there had nothing to do with her.

A knock sounded at the outer door.

Adele looked up quickly.

“Come in,” she said.

Stephanie stepped in, her pace quick, her expression focused.

“I need you in Meeting Room B,” she said without preamble. “The setup needs to be finalized before the investors arrive.”

Adele stood immediately.

“Yes.”

“Bring your notepad too,” Stephanie added as she turned toward the door. “You’ll be sitting in.”

Adele blinked.

“Sitting in?”

“For notes,” Stephanie clarified. “You’re the acting PA now. That includes meetings.”

A small knot tightened in Adele’s stomach.

“Okay,” she said, adjusting her grip on the notepad in her hand before following after her.

The walk to the meeting room felt shorter this time.

Or maybe her mind was moving too fast to notice it properly.

By the time they stepped inside, most of the setup had already been done.

Adele moved through the meeting space, making small adjustments—aligning chairs, straightening documents, checking the placement of each glass.

It wasn’t much.

But it mattered.

She could feel that.

“Faster,” Stephanie said lightly from behind her, though there was no real impatience in her tone. “They’ll be here any minute.” She checked at the tablet she was holding.

Adele nodded, picking up her pace without letting it become rushed.

When she finally stepped back, the room looked exactly as it should.

Ordered. Prepared. Ready.

Stephanie scanned the space once more, then gave a small nod.

“Good.”

A brief pause followed.

Then—

“Good luck,” Stephanie said quietly before stepping back toward the door.

Adele looked at her nervously. “You’re leaving?”

Stephanie gave her a small nod, already checking something on the tablet in her hand. “I have another meeting downstairs. You’ll be fine.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” Adele admitted before she could stop herself.

That earned the faintest smile from Stephanie.

“Just pay attention, take notes, and don’t speak unless you’re asked,” she said. “The investors can be difficult sometimes, but don’t let that throw you off.”

Adele tightened her grip on the notepad in her hand. “Okay.”

Stephanie paused for a second, her expression softening slightly.

“And Adele?”

“Yes?”

“Try not to look too nervous. People in rooms like this notice everything.”

A few seconds later, the door opened.

One by one, people began to file into the meeting room.

Their voices were low, professional, blending into the quiet hum of conversation as they settled into their seats. Everyone carried themselves with a kind of confidence that screamed that they belonged to rooms like that.

She stayed off to the side, holding her notepad a little tighter than necessary, trying her best to look calm even though her nerves refused to settle.

Then the door opened again.

Adele felt it instantly.

That same subtle change in the air she had noticed earlier. Before she could stop herself, she looked up.

He walked in calmly, without rushing, yet somehow the entire room seemed to adjust around him.

Conversations softened naturally as he moved toward the head of the table, not because anyone was told to be quiet, but because his presence demanded attention without trying.

This time, Adele tried not to stare.

But it was difficult not to notice him.

Everything about him felt controlled. Certain. Like a man completely used to being listened to.

Adele quickly lowered her gaze, pretending to focus on the notepad in front of her while trying to steady her breathing.

This was just a meeting.

Nothing more.

But when she glanced up again, his eyes were already on her.

Not casually.

Not by mistake.

Directly.

Her fingers paused against the page of the notepad with her, and for a second, her thoughts completely scattered.

Diablo took his place at the head of the table. The room gradually settled as the meeting began, voices blending into discussions about numbers, contracts and investors.

Adele forced herself to focus, her pen moving across the page as she captured what she could.

But her awareness kept shifting.

Back to him.

She didn’t understand it.

Couldn’t explain it.

And honestly, that was the part unsettling her the most.

Because no matter how hard she tried to focus on the meeting, some part of her painfully remained aware of him.

And judging by the way his gaze kept finding her across the room, it seemed she wasn’t the only one struggling with the distraction.