Chapter 112
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I froze, my hand on the doorknob. “You told the to check the information, en 1-
“Use my laptop, he interrupted, finally turning to face me. His gray eyes were unreadanite as he pointed toward his desk. “Everything you need is there.”
I hesitated. “But… your personal files are on your laptop. I shouldn’t
“If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be standing in this position at all, he said, his voice low and forceful. Don’t questions my decisions, Erin.”
My heart skipped a beat when he pronounced my name in that deep voice of his. I walked to his desk and sat in his chair, opening his laptop. The screen illuminated, displaying dozens of folders and files, many I’d never seen before.
You probably have many hidden folders with information that shouldn’t be known to others, I said softly.
Derek moved to stand behind my chair, directly at my back. I could feel his presence looming over me, his scent enveloping my senses.
I swallowed hard, a question escaping my lips before I could stop myself. “Did you trust Claire too?”
The atmosphere in the room instantly changed. Derek’s eyebrows dangerously furrowed, a flash of gold appearing in his eyes. “Are you suggesting you’re like her? Choose your answer carefully.”
“No, of course not,” I said quickly, realizing I’d overstepped. “I just… I’m sorry.”
Derek said nothing, the silence between us stretching awkwardly as I began searching through his files for information on the Silverpine Pack. His even breathing behind me made it difficult to concentrate. My fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard as I navigated through folders, acutely aware of his proximity.
After more than an hour of searching, I found what we needed. “Alpha, I’m finished. We have all the information required.”
He looked down at me, his expression serious. “Good. At least you can accomplish basic tasks.”
Then, to my complete shock, Derek leaned down close to my ear, his voice carrying a commanding tone that brooked no refusal: “Such performance deserves a reward.”
“R–reward?” I stammered, my heart racing.
Derek’s eyes flashed with something dangerous: “Yes. I’ve decided you’ll accept it.”
He swiftly rotated my chair to face him directly, his hands gripping the armrests on either side, trapping me in place. I gasped, pressing my back against the chair, my wolf not just stirring but almost desperately pacing beneath my skin, eager to be closer to him.
The heat radiating from his body intensified with proximity, his scent growing stronger with the decreased distance. The chair suddenly felt impossibly small as Derek’s tall frame blocked everything else from my view.
“Al–Alpha, I don’t n–need any reward,” I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper, my cheeks burning.
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Derek looked down at me, his eyes darkening as they swept across my face, lingering on my slightly parted lips. The intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle everywhere it touched,
“Where is the bold Omega from the club?” he asked. “Or was that just the alcohol’s disguise?”
“No, it wasn’t,” I said softly, finally gathering the courage to meet his gaze, only to find I couldn’t look away.
“No?” his voice dropped lower. “Are you refusing my offer? Or…”
He leaned closer, so close his cheek almost brushed against mine, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of my ear and neck. I trembled involuntarily, my hands gripping the edges of the chair to steady myself.
“Perhaps you only dare to show your true self with alcohol’s courage?” he whispered, his lips so close to my skin I could almost feel them.
My pulse thundered in my ears, my breathing quick and shallow. “Al–Alpha, what’s happening to you?”
Derek pulled back just enough to look directly into my eyes, his gaze intense enough to burn. His sharp eyes glinted with hunger, barely disguised by a hint of mockery. “Why so surprised?” he said softly, one hand leaving the armrest to hover near my face, not quite touching but close enough that I could feel the warmth of his skin. “Did you think the Pack Alpha wouldn’t notice your longing? I’m merely considering fulfilling my personal secretary’s… wishes.”
I tried to stand, but Derek remained firmly in place, his strong arms forming an impassable barrier. The subtle scent of his cologne mixed with his natural Alpha musk made me dizzy. Part of me wanted to submit completely, bare my neck in submission, while another part desperately tried to maintain some semblance of professionalism.
Finally, gathering what remained of my composure, I ducked under his arm and moved toward the door, my legs unsteady. “I should get back to work now,” I managed, my voice betraying my uneven breathing.
“Stop,” he commanded.
“Y–yes?” I whispered, slowly turning to face him.
Derek approached with deliberate steps, each one bringing him closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He extended his hand, and between his long, elegant fingers was a black credit card. “Take it,” he said.
“What is this?” I asked, staring at the card, my fingers trembling slightly as they neared his hand. Even this potential touch seemed dangerously intimate.
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