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The corner of Derek’s mouth curved slightly upward as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips brushed against my cheek, and I had to suppress a shiver. Interesting. Most people wouldn’t hesitate to use every possible advantage. You are… truly different, Erin.”
An hour later, I sat at my desk reviewing Derek’s electronic calendar. He had no formal meetings scheduled today, but tomorrow morning he had an important meeting with Alpha Ethan of the Ridgeclaw Pack.
I prepared a cup of black coffee made with specially hand–roasted coffee beans and decided to deliver it to his office personally.
As I walked toward Derek’s office, the elevator doors opened, and Bradley unexpectedly appeared, clearly just returning from outside.
Seeing the coffee in my hand, Bradley smiled sarcastically: “It seems my dear brother has already acquainted you with all his preferences? Such an… intimate secretary relationship.”
I tried to ignore him and continue walking, but Bradley deliberately blocked my path: “You know, the men in the Stone family have one thing in common–we like to play with our prey, then discard it when we grow bored.”
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“Please step aside, Mr. Stone,” I responded calmly, “your brother is waiting for his coffee.”
Bradley laughed: “How loyal! But you’ll find his loyalty falls far short of yours. Perhaps you should ask him what his decade–long ‘friendship‘ with Cassandra really entails.”
When I finally reached Derek’s office, I saw him engaged in a video call with another Alpha. I quietly set down the coffee, not wanting to disturb, yet Derek keenly sensed my presence and acknowledged me with a nod.
Later, a knock sounded at my office door. A messenger wearing the Darkwood Pack uniform stood outside, holding a carefully wrapped bouquet of deep red roses.
“Miss Blackwood, these are for you,” the messenger said, presenting the bouquet with unusual respect.
I accepted the flowers with surprise as my phone vibrated with a text message: [For my little omega, roses as beautiful as you.]
Nestled among the flowers was a gold–embossed card: [Apologies for making you uncomfortable. Don’t forget, I can smell every change in your emotions. -Your Admirer.]
My cheeks burned as I realized that Derek had not only sent me flowers but had also acknowledged my emotional fluctuations in an almost flirtatious way.
At closing time, Derek and I walked toward his private elevator. I clutched my tablet filled with documents tightly.
Before I could say hello, a strong vibration shook the entire lobby. The lights flickered unsteadily.
Derek immediately positioned himself in front of me, his body stance shifting to a protective posture, ready to face any
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threat.
The crystal chandelier in the lobby swayed dangerously. Suddenly, a piece of the fixture broke free and plummeted directly toward where I stood.
Derek reacted with lightning speed, pulling me into his arms while simultaneously raising his hand to shatter the falling crystal decoration with astonishing strength.
Fragments scattered everywhere, and Derek’s arm was cut in several places, blood seeping through.
Other employees in the lobby watched the scene in terror as security personnel quickly arrived.
I was pressed tightly against Derek’s chest, feeling his strong and steady heartbeat, a stark contrast to the chaos around
- us.
Once he confirmed the danger had passed, Derek gently released me, his voice filled with suppressed anger: “Tell me tomorrow’s meeting schedule, now.”
“The boundary protocol meeting at nine tomorrow morning,” I answered shakily, “departure at seven.*
Derek checked me for injuries, his gaze lingering on my face: “You’re not hurt, good. This situation will not be permitted to happen again.”
In the private parking area outside the company, I noticed Delta Mark approaching us. He wore black tactical gear that
emphasized his muscle definition, his amber eyes alert and glinting in the twilight.
Mark respectfully nodded to Derek. “Alpha, the situation has changed. We need you at the boundary immediately.”
I adjusted the bag on my shoulder, taking a small step back. “It’s getting late, Alpha, I should take my leave. The memory of our kiss in his office was still vivid, making me unusually sensitive to his p ce. Part of me wanted to avoid doing anything awkward, while another part didn’t want to leave his side.
Derek turned to me, his gaze alone pinning me in place. His eyes slowly, deliberately swept over me, leaving a trail of heat wherever they passed. “Night is not the time for an Omega to walk alone. My private car will deliver you safely to your
door.”
He moved closer to me, close enough that I could once again catch his scent–cedar and leather mixed with the faint musk unique to his skin. His fingertips touched my arm, sliding from elbow to wrist.
This simple contact sent my pulse soaring. His voice was low and dangerous. “The outer territories of the Darkwood domain have been restless lately. I would not want my… personal secretary to encounter any misfortune.”
The way he said “personal secretary” made it sound like a far more intimate term. My wolf stirred restlessly, responding to his proximity.
Derek suddenly added, “Don’t go to Silvermoon Academy tomorrow.”
I blinked in confusion, trying to focus on his words rather than how his body blocked everything else from my view. “But I have important classes…”
Derek interrupted me, his hand moving to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still sensitive from his earlier
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kisses. My breath caught in my throat. “At seven tomorrow morning, you will come to my private residence to pick me up. As my personal secretary, your place is by my side, not in those irrelevant classrooms.”
His voice carried an undeniable command, but there was something else–a heat that made my stomach tighten. His eyes fell to my mouth again, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me right there, in front of Mark and anyone else who might be watching.
“Unless,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear, “you’re afraid to enter my private domain?”
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Heather Silva
I really wish we got more of Derick’s POV
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