Ownership of the heart

Ownership of the heart

Mipoota12

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Four hours. Two strangers. One dead elevator.Aria Vance is just a mid-level manager at Blackwood Global, a trillion-dollar empire she's served for years without ever seeing the face of the man at the top. She's overworked, under slept, and currently trapped in an elevator with a man who looks like a fallen god and speaks with the warmth of a glacier.When a sudden fever leaves Aria clinging to the mysterious stranger for warmth, she thinks she's hit rock bottom. She doesn't know that the "executive" she's drooling on is actually Killian Blackwood-the Trillionaire King of the North American Packs.Killian knows the moment Aria touches him. The scent of rain and starlight. The spark in his blood. Mate. But when the doors finally pry open, Killian does the only thing his socially stunted heart knows how to do: he retreats behind his icy mask. Now, Aria is determined to ignore the "scary guy" from the elevator, while Killian-the man who owns the city-finds himself "accidentally" inspecting her department every single day. But in a world of pack politics, corporate sabotage, and ancient blood feuds, being the King's mate is a death sentence. Aria doesn't know he's a wolf. She doesn't know he's her boss. And Killian? He just doesn't know how to tell her without losing her forever.

Ownership of the heart Chapter 1 The ghost in the penthouse

The twenty-sixth floor of Blackwood Global smelled like high-end toner, expensive espresso, and the quiet, vibrating anxiety of three hundred people trying not to get fired.

Aria Vance slammed her stapler down on a stack of reports with more force than necessary and groaned loudly earning little looks from her colleagues. "uuuuurrrggghhh if I have to look at one more spreadsheet, I am going to develop a permanent twitch in my left eye."

"Careful, Vance," Leo muttered from the next cubicle over, not looking up from his dual-monitor setup already used to her antics. "The 'Eye-Twitch' is a symptom of Blackwood Syndrome. Stage one is the twitch. Stage two is caffeine induced hallucinations. Stage three is when you start believing the CEO actually exists and isn't just an AI programmed to ruin our weekends. And step four is .... ummm.... uhhhh.... I don't know." he finished with a shrug. Aria groaned again, pushing a stray lock of dark hair out of her face.

"He exists, Leo. I saw his signature on the memo that cut our department's overtime budget. It's a very jagged, very aggressive 'K. Blackwood.' It looks like he signed it with a knife or a sharpening tool."

"I heard he doesn't sleep," Maya one of her close friend and colleague chimed in, rolling her chair over from the filing cabinets. She leaned in close, her eyes wide with the look of someone who spent too much time on office message boards. "I heard he lives in the penthouse of this building, and he has a private retinal scanner in his elevator so he never has to breathe the same air as us the 'commoners.'"

"Well, tell the Ghost of the Penthouse that us the 'commoners' are drowning ," Aria said, gathering a mountain of folders into her arms and stood up, straightening her clothes that go wrinkled from sitting. "I have to get these to the twentieth-floor archives before five, or my manager is going to have my head on a platter. And my phone just died. Again."

"Good luck, soldier," Leo said, saluting her with his right hand while his left hand held a cup of coffee she could have sworn he wasn't with earlier. "Don't get stuck in the vents and don't faint on us. Got it ? "

Aria didn't have time to laugh or reply him. She checked the wall clock and it said 4:48 PM. If she missed the archive deadline which was 5: 30 pm, the entire quarterly audit would be delayed, and the wrath of the "Icy King" would trickle down from the top floor until it hit her directly on the head.

She sprinted toward the bank of elevators, her heels clicking a frantic rhythm on the marble floor. Her arms were aching under the weight of the heavy folders, and a dull ache was beginning to throb behind her temples, which she knew was flu since she'd been trying to ignore since breakfast that morning.

"Come on, come on," she whispered, stabbing the 'Down' button repeatedly and frantically. To her surprise, the gold-plated doors of Elevator 4-the one usually reserved for executive consultants-chimed and slid open immediately.

It was empty. Or so she thought for a split second.

She dived inside just as the sensors began to close the doors. Barely entering, She stumbled, her folders nearly flying out of her grip, and she let out a loud, ungraceful huff of air. In annoyance, tiredness, irritation and the many nameless emotions she was feeling.

"Oh, thank god," she breathed, leaning her back against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. "I made it."

She reached out to press the button for the twentieth floor, but her hand froze in mid-air. The hairs on her body standing in awareness.

She wasn't alone.

Tucked into the far corner of the spacious car was a man. He was tall-terrifyingly and majestically so-wearing a charcoal suit that probably cost more than her entire college tuition and house rent for a year joined together. His hands were folded in front of him, and his face was carved from the kind of cold, flawless granite you only found in ancient cathedrals.

But it was his eyes that stopped her heart. They were a piercing, icy blue, framed by dark, long, very long lashes, and they were fixed on her with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.

He didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared at her with his head tilted slightly as if she were a strange, messy creature that had accidentally invaded his private sanctuary.

Aria felt a blush creep up her neck to her face. As she turned a little bit red. She looked down at her messy hair reflected in the gold trim, then back at the man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine for "Beautiful Men Who Could Kill You."

Who looked like he should be on runways.

"Hi," she squeaked shyly, her voice cracking. "Sorry. I'm just... going to twenty." The man didn't respond. And she could feel her cheeks and neck turning bright red in embarrassment. His jaw tightened, a small muscle leaping in his cheek, but his lips remained a firm, silent line. The air in the elevator suddenly felt twice as thick, and Aria's feverish head gave a sharp, painful spike reminding her of it's presence.

Great, she thought, clutching her folders tighter. I'm stuck in a box with a gorgeous statue who hates my guts and my flu is just about to get worse. This Monday couldn't get any better. ( if you didn't get it, she was being sarcastic. This is one of her worst Monday's ever).

Then, the elevator jolted.

A hideous, grinding sound of metal-on-metal screeched from above them. The floor beneath Aria's feet shuddered violently, throwing her forward. She flew up like an animation trying to jump to it's death.

And then, the lights went out.

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“Four hours. Two strangers. One dead elevator.Aria Vance is just a mid-level manager at Blackwood Global, a trillion-dollar empire she's served for years without ever seeing the face of the man at the top. She's overworked, under slept, and currently trapped in an elevator with a man who looks like a fallen god and speaks with the warmth of a glacier.When a sudden fever leaves Aria clinging to the mysterious stranger for warmth, she thinks she's hit rock bottom. She doesn't know that the "executive" she's drooling on is actually Killian Blackwood-the Trillionaire King of the North American Packs.Killian knows the moment Aria touches him. The scent of rain and starlight. The spark in his blood. Mate. But when the doors finally pry open, Killian does the only thing his socially stunted heart knows how to do: he retreats behind his icy mask. Now, Aria is determined to ignore the "scary guy" from the elevator, while Killian-the man who owns the city-finds himself "accidentally" inspecting her department every single day. But in a world of pack politics, corporate sabotage, and ancient blood feuds, being the King's mate is a death sentence. Aria doesn't know he's a wolf. She doesn't know he's her boss. And Killian? He just doesn't know how to tell her without losing her forever.”
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Chapter 1 The ghost in the penthouse

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Chapter 2 The predator's silence

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Chapter 3 The ghost of a touch

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Chapter 4 The VIP intruder

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Chapter 5 The Trillion-Dollar Hangover

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Chapter 6 The King's Inspection

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Chapter 7 Lost in Translation

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Chapter 8 The Shelter of the Storm

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Chapter 9 The Sound of the King's Laughter

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Chapter 10 The Gilded Cage

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Chapter 11 The Silence of the Embers

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