old-faced Adonis standing in front of her, but because of a sudden vision that fl

he was practically gawking at him, which annoyed him further. Who recruited her? He wondered. His wolf was another story. He was purring at the sigh

as they watched the scene unfold. No one dared to come close to him or offer him any help. Dorian didn’t need any, but he felt angry at their lack o

rd someone mutter, “Damn, she was lucky.” Someone commented, “

n. How did she not recognise him in an instant? Working for the past three weeks, she heard about him and had seen his photos on some old brochures, but today was the first day she had the bad luck to collide with the silver-eyed devil hims

in, handing her a bottle of water and some tissues. “Yes,” she finally mumbled and started to clean the remnants of tea. Her skin had become an angry red. Han

. Dayum, it felt like a scene straight out of rom-com.” Summer could just offer an answering smile because she never got to taste the simple privileges of a teenager, such as watching movies, hanging out with friends, or going out w

ely slept properly, not that anyone noticed at home. At 18 she learned to put on m

r bag probably containing sandwiches on her white work desk. “They were making the special today,” she said and turned back to h

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asked, “Why should I?” The tea stain had started to dry on his shirt and his mood had taken a sour turn. He wasn’t feeling very

ler by the seconds. The black high-back chair creaked as he got up and approached the beta wolf. Gripping the lapels of his cheap suit, he growled, “You will not turn into your wolf for the next fortnight.” His firm voice left no room for

him out. Dorian scoffed under his breath and went back to his seat. His thoughts drifted back to that amber-eyed girl. Leaning back on the chair, he wondered, ‘She can’t be a wolf, but she isn’t a human either.’ He struck off the third option. Bile rose in his throat just at the thought of h

g to him. They were predestined, but that doesn’t mean that he has to sha