They kept quiet, linking hands as they walked to where the car was parked. Jake opened the car door for Freya, who looked up at him with love before settling down. Jake joined him afterward."This was a beautiful night. Thank you for making it worthwhile," Jake murmured against her ear, brushing her knuckles."Anything for my baby. I promise to create only happy memories with you and nothing more.""I like the sound of that.""I have one final surprise for you.""Oh, wow. Shoot," Freya giggled."I have arranged for you to move down to Seattle. It will give you a better opportunity. As much as I hate the idea of sending you miles away from me, I think that is the one place that holds a better chance than Oklahoma. You've potentials which this city is swallowing up.""I don't want to be away from you. I hate it.""Me too. But, it is for the best. We will find a way to make it work. Moreover, we won't be apart. I will visit regularly, and you will do the same. We will communicate and fill

Oscar arrived twenty minutes later. He looked like Michael B. Jordan and your famous hot CEO, and he dressed like a famous breathtaking model. The deep blue velvet blazer he had on today would've looked like an abomination on anyone else. He waved his hand theatrically as he entered, his eyes still curtained by his huge Louis Vuitton shades. He sipped his Starbucks as he showed Freya around the floor, which was beginning to fill with personnel. The accountants and secretaries nodded at her grimly as they passed them by."We have two Oscars? Is it a coincidence that you both bear the same name? Oscar Cole? It gets way confusing."Laughing, "we get that a lot. But to distinguish between us, he is Oscar Cole from the HR, and I am Oscar Cole from Speed. It is just coincidence that we have the same name.""That's awkward and creepy.""Feel free to erase every single person and face I've introduced you to from your memory and use that space to remember different exotic arts and cars because

He tugged at his collar, his smile wolfish. "You know how I hate meaningless people. It is purely coincidental or fate is trying to play a joke on us.""And you think I care about what you hate or not. Dante, or Mr. Ian, you are just my boss, not my Alpha or Master. Get that right." She had zero control over her voice at this point, and she saw that he knew that she was a step from punching him square in the face.He looked at her flatly. "Trying to act mad? Try harder.""Well, consider yourself lucky because I have no intention of wasting my positive energy on someone so cruel and soulless as you. You can go back to your pack, where you are worshiped. Because here, you are getting none of that." She turned around, ready to storm out the door. She took the first few steps, but Dante grabbed her wrist and spun her in place. His touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to her heart, which only proved that her mind was brave, but she still feared him."Keep quiet," he warned.She rolle

Dante knew he should back down before Declan suffered from a heart attack. Being a dick with everyone would lead him to nowhere. But, what did he care about? He hated the idea of having anything to do with Freya with a fiery passion, but, he didn't want his powers gone. So, suck it up and act like a man. He knotted his fingers together, leaning forward and meeting his gaze. Nature must've known that he would one day come to this point. That was why he got all his father's qualities intimidated people and made one want to commit murder whenever they had anything to do with him. Although deep down, in that vacuum, meant for the position of his heart, a part of his mother was there. A part he has been battling with over the years."Declan, you know that having learned about this aspect of my family's life, I've come to love it. Secondly, even without having proper knowledge about all this, the income I've generated for this company since I took over is a groundbreaker. I pride myself in

Freya actually thought that they were playing by the same rules. They were on the more tense ground now, and even though the room was empty save for her and him, Dante could feel it burning up with their anger. Unexpectedly, he liked her hot and bothered, but that didn't mean he was going to see her more than just a girl he could play with. He wasn't going to break his rules for anyone. Most annoyingly, a slave girl. That didn't interfere with the fact that his wolf kept frustrating him by making his sexual drive high. His balls tightened, though. His muscles tensed, too, with the frustration of not being able to remind her that she might hate him because of her experiences with him. But, he could overpower and have her spread out on the table just to get his wolf off his back. "Miss Parrish." Dante clasped her chin between his fingers, angling her face to meet his gaze."Freya," she corrected.She wanted to make him see that she wasn't afraid of him. That ship had fucking sailed th