Chapter 4: The Boardroom predator
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The elevator doors opened with a soft chime that sounded like a death knell. I stepped out onto the executive floor, my heels clicking against the polished marble in a steady, rhythmic beat that masked the fact that my heart was trying to hammer its way out of my ribs.
I stopped for a second at the large floor-to-ceiling window, catching my reflection.I smoothed the front of my charcoal blazer. I looked like a senior designer. I looked like a woman who belonged in this world of Urban power and high-stakes contracts. I certainly didn't look like a girl who had once begged for her life in a muddy forest, shivering under the weight of a rejection that should have killed her.
"Elara, wait," Marcus, my boss, whispered as he caught up to me. He was frantically wiping sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief. "The client... he’s in a mood. A foul one. He dismissed the junior associates before they could even finish setting up the projector. He's been staring at the door like he's waiting for someone to execute him."
Or like he's waiting to execute someone else."
"He’s just a man, Marcus," I said, my voice steady despite the hurricane inside me. My wolf, Maya was pacing so hard I could feel her claws scratching at my subconscious. Be Silent, I hissed at her. "We have the best design. He wants the best. That’s all this is. Business."
I pushed open the heavy mahogany doors of the boardroom.
The scent hit me first. It wasn't just a smell; it was a physical force, a tidal wave of memory that nearly knocked the wind out of me. Rain on hot asphalt. Ancient, deep cedarwood. It was the scent of the man who had occupied my nightmares for 1,825 consecutive days.
Kaden Miller was sitting at the head of the table. He wasn't wearing the leather and fur of a forest Alpha. He was in a bespoke navy suit, his fingers steepled in front of him. But the power rolling off him was unmistakable, it was the Dark, heavy aura of a predator who had finally found the scent he’d been tracking for a lifetime.
He didn't move. He didn't blink. His grey eyes, the eyes I saw every time I looked at my son, Leo, locked onto mine. For a second, the glass walls of the skyscraper vanished. I was eighteen again, shivering in the Blood Moon Pack square, listening to him tear my soul apart.
Maya, be still, I commanded my wolf. She was whining, a low, grieving sound that threatened to break my professional composure.
"Mr. Miller," I said, my voice coming out as sharp and clear as a diamond. I didn't wait for him to speak. I walked to the opposite end of the long table, my movements deliberate. I opened my laptop, ignoring the way his predatory gaze followed the curve of my neck and the movement of my hands. "I’m Elara Vance, the lead designer on your Eco-Retreat project. I understand you had some concerns about the perimeter security and the integration of the natural landscape."
The silence in the room was deafening. Marcus looked back and forth between us, sensing a tension he couldn't explain.
"Elara," Kaden finally said. His voice was lower than I remembered, a gravelly rumble that vibrated in the base of my spine. It wasn't the voice of the boy who had rejected me; it was the voice of a man who had spent five years becoming something much more dangerous.
"It's Ms. Vance," I corrected him, not looking up from my screen. "I’ve reviewed the Miller Group's requirements. You’re asking for 'natural' boundaries that can withstand high-impact pressure. We’ve designed a reinforced stone wall hidden behind a waterfall feature that should..."
SLAM.
Kaden stood up so abruptly his chair hit the wall behind him. Marcus jumped, but I forced myself to stay still, even as my survival instincts screamed at me to run. Kaden stalked around the table, his movements fluid and feline. He didn't stop until he was inches away from me.
"Leave us," Kaden growled, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I—I beg your pardon?" Marcus stammered.
"Out. Now," Kaden snapped, his Alpha command leaking into his voice. Marcus didn't even argue; he practically bolted from the room, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him.
I was alone with the monster.
"You're dead," Kaden whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and something that sounded terrifyingly like relief. "I saw the Silver Stream. I saw the blood. I searched for months, Elara. You were supposed to be dead."
"I'm a lot of things, Kaden," I said, finally standing up to face him. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes, but I didn't flinch. I let my own Cold resentment flare in my gaze. "But 'dead' wasn't convenient for me."
"Where have you been?" He reached out, his hand hovering near my face as if he wanted to touch me to prove I was real. "Why is your scent... different? Why can't I feel the bond?"
"Because you broke it," I spat, the words tasting like venom. "You rejected me. Remember? In front of everyone? You told me I was a useless Omega."
His hand dropped. A flicker of something—guilt?—passed through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that suffocating Alpha possessiveness. "I did what I had to for the pack. But you... you ran. You disappeared into the human world like a coward."
"I survived," I countered. "While you were playing King of the Forest, I was building a life where you didn't exist."
Just then, my phone, sitting face up on the table, lit up with a notification. It was a photo from Mrs. Gable. It showed Leo and Lyra sitting on the park bench, sharing an ice cream cone, their faces smeared with chocolate.
Kaden’s eyes dropped to the screen.
The air in the room seemed to vanish. He stared at the photo, at the boy with his own charcoal eyes and the girl with the unmistakable Alpha posture.
"Who," Kaden breathed, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low octave that made the windows vibrate, "are they?"
I snatched the phone off the table, my heart stopping. This was the Secret I had guarded for five years. This was the moment I had feared most.
"They're... they're my children," I stammered, my mind racing for a cover story. "I met someone. A human. After I left. "I said, my voice cold. "And they are none of your business."
It was a lie, and we both knew it.
Kaden moved so fast it was a blur, pinning me against the edge of the mahogany table. His hands slammed down on either side of my waist, trapping me in the scent of cedarwood and rain. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his eyes scanning every feature of my face as if searching for a confession.
"Don't lie to me, Elara," he growled, the sound vibrating through my very bones. "They have my eyes. They have the Miller jawline. And that girl... she carries the aura of a High Alpha’s daughter. How. Old. Are. They?"
I tried to swallow, but my throat was bone-dry. "They're five," I whispered, the truth slipping out before I could stop it. I whispered, the truth slipping out before I could stop it.
Kaden let out a jagged, broken laugh. "Five years. You were carrying the future of my pack when I sent you into the woods to die? You kept my heirs in a human cage for five years?"
"I kept them safe from you!" I hissed, finally finding my fire. "I kept them away from a man who would have called them weak just because of their mother and would have discarded them the same way he discarded their mother!"
The door to the boardroom started to creak open, Marcus returning with security but Kaden didn't move. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.
"The meeting is over, Elara. But we are just getting started. I'm taking what's mine."
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