Dante's PA was the definition of candy sweet. Unfortunately, she was also a ticking time bomb. Dante was such a tyrant, she spent the majority of the day running after him, taking orders, or sobbing softly in the restroom. Today was the fourth time Freya had found her doing that-on a Friday, of all days, a second before everyone in Seattle poured into fancy bars and hole-in-the-wall pubs to celebrate the weekend freedom-and Freya silently slid a box of tissues and a mini-box of chocolate bars into her stall. She'd been too scared to ask for Freya's help, and she didn't know how to broach the subject without making her feel weak. But that fourth time in the restroom broke Freya. To hell with her boss and his deep blue eyes, his pouty lips, dirty mouth, and personal trainer's body. There was no way in hell he was going to keep making people's life miserable. Victoria reminded Freya of what she used to pass through in the hands of Dante and his pack. Yet, she had no one to ask for help.

It was proper to place the blame for Dante's horniness on staying celibate for a while. The most amazing thing was how he felt aroused and how his wolf sprang to life whenever he was around Freya. He couldn't even control himself because he felt that his source of life was Freya. He felt stronger around her. Also, to his bafflement, his eyes briefly glistened bright red, and he snarled into her neck.He looked down at her. For a second, something passed between them. Despite his perpetually cold exterior, he seemed to understand loss and disappointment in a fundamental way that tainted someone's entire perception of life. Surprisingly, it was his second time having, feeling, and showing any emotion since the death of his father.He spun her around and slapped her bare knees like a scolding parent. It wasn't the burn, but the shock that made her fall down on all fours. She was blinking away the surprise when she felt him lower to his knees behind her."Are you sure about this, Omega? On

Living alone would have been a much-preferred choice for Dante, but of course, he would have to rip Declan into pieces for that decision to be successful. After the fucked up day, he went back to Declan's nagging about how swiftly he had to move in bonding with his mate because the more he delayed the process, the quicker his power diminishes. What could he possibly do without the feeling of power? Not just any kind of power, a werewolf power."Save your old lady nagging for your grandkids, Declan. It is no surprise as to why you are still single," Dante moved as he removed his suit jacket, carelessly tossing it on the sofa. "If you want me happy, just give me a break. I know what I am supposed to do. Don't you think that it is unfair that I have to mate with that slave? It could have been anybody else. Let's say someone from a royal family. Anyone at all."With what happened at the office, and the attraction between them, Dante feared that it was prone to repeat itself. And if such b

In a flourishing environment with flowers and happy people playing around, a little girl is seen with her parents picking her favorite flowers. Suddenly, the mum, a beautiful light-brown-haired woman, taps the man with them."Catch me if you can," she announced to the man as she giggled while running away from his reach."That is unfair. You cheated," the man protested. Without further argument, he began running after the woman, carefully maintaining slow paces behind her.Their child watched in astonishment as he finally caught up with the woman."I always win," the man triumphantly said."That is because I allow you to."Both of them headed back to the child. The man grabbed the little angel and began rendering butterfly kisses all over her body as the woman tickled her. The child kept squealing, giggling and kicking her little feet as she lay helplessly on the floor while fighting hard to get away from the grabs of her parents. When she saw that they weren't going to give up anytime

When they got to their floor, they walked straight into the transportation unit. The first rundown meeting was in ten minutes. She walked over to her desk with that damn notebook clutched to her chest."Parrish, join us in the conference room," Dante heard himself say.She perked, bit down a smile, and then opened the notebook and scribbled something into it. Fast. Lord. She was so fucking thirsty for the job. Dante let Victoria dispose of the few documents he had signed. Dante made sure to get rid of her. "You'll be taking notes, Freya, not making suggestions," Dante said.He was careful to treat her exactly as he would any other reporter in her position. He was already an insufferable prick, so he wasn't particularly awful to her. But he was also fair, and after a week, she'd earned the right to sit, listen, and absorb.She kept her eyes on her notebook. "At least I have left the slave terrain.""Happy to always put you back in that position." Good thing Victoria had started worki