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My Fated Mate, My Coldest Enemy.

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: Today at 18:45

ry

cage, ascending smoothly toward the heavens, but my

ation. An hour ago, I had stood on a windy tarmac, waiting for a husband who never came. No A

was standing n

reach her calculating eyes. She had been studying me since I got into h

sitions in the executive wing are reserved for Pack members who have served for years. It

ick and ugly. She thought I slept m

up in the Silvermoon Pack, where politics were

steady. "And unless your job description includes questioning t

ent of her irritation-sour milk and burnt rubber-filling the small sp

, stepping out onto the

ated to a cruel god. As we approached the massive double doors at the end of the hall, Janice stoppe

of immense honor. He takes his responsibilities very seriously. If he wasn't at the airfield today, it's

ur arranged bride standing on a run

plied dryly. "A coward hiding behind

but before she could defend her precious l

CEO is exp

the threshold, an

s a physical force-a storm crashing into a forest, wild rain, crushed p

eating a steady rhythm of anger, suddenly hammered against

Home.

my mind, bringing a sudden, terrifying sense o

oked

and mahogany. But I saw none of it. My vision

nst the fabric of his charcoal suit. His dark hair was slightly dishe

at a file on his desk, his hand grippi

anaged to

ooke

age so potent it felt like a physical blow. When his gaze locked onto mi

oduce himself. I assumed this was the CEO, a high-ranking Beta per

me with a mixture of hunger and

a low rumble, vibrating in my chest. It

desk. It slid over the polish

ith ice. "We are a logistics and security conglomerate, Ms. Travis. We deal in fac

intoxicating haze clouding my mind. He was trying to i

ne, forcing my trembl

urprised by the steadiness of my own voice. "Design isn't about pretty pictures, sir. It's about contr

d between us, ta

rward. For a second, I thought he was going to lunge at me. The scent of storm

head whispered. Dang

physically hurt him. "Report to the Liaison Department

rom a confusing, devastating thrill I couldn't understa

was being torn in half as the he

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