Captive of the Merciless Alpha

e rhythm: the smell of old paper, the soft crackle of turning pages, and the absolute calm of his colleagues and visitors. Lyon, with its cobbled streets a

n wore when she wanted to blend into the crowd without attracting attention. Literary events weren't really her playground. But when her colleague Alice t

still relevant. The large room was filled with voices, discreet laughter, murmurs of excitement. Jenny felt a little out o

he conference room, a w

a little l

emed to probe every corner of his being. Bill Aldridge . The famous author. But it was much more than that. He was an Alpha, a man whose reputation far surpassed his career as a writer. S

rds. "I...I'm a little late. I

o warm the entire room, and with a simple

company yo

strange aura that emanated from him. They crossed the room, and Bill, while speaking to her in a seemingly casual manner, managed to a

ff to the side, and Bill pointe

t, Jenny. It's rare to see a lib

ame, Jenny raised an eyebrow

added, laughing softly, "I

otions that she couldn't define. She was just a simple librar

ntently. "I never have fun judging people. You seem

out himself than his works. He exuded an undeniable, almost magnetic charisma, which pushed her to follow him in his

event, he spoke to her about his business, his plans. Jenny was beginning to understand that he was more than j

have an inquisitive mind, and I think you

ding what he was implying. "But I...I'm a librari

ly, as if weighing each

am. » He handed her a sheet of paper. "This contract stipulates our collaboration.

e let her eyes wander over the written words, but before

ill have the opportunity to discover another world. A world where your talents wil

hing in her screamed that there was something suspicious in this story. But at the same

signing this contract, she had just entered a universe where ambiguity, power and seduction reigned supre

l stood up, his smile be

d Aldridge , Jenny.

ill. A presentiment that she couldn't shake, like a sha