Chapter 1: Unwelcome Intrusion
The glass tower of Khan Enterprises loomed over the city, a monument to Umair Khan’s dominance as both a CEO and the Alpha King of his pack. Inside the boardroom on the 45th floor, Umair sat at the head of a polished mahogany table, his piercing amber eyes scanning the room of suited executives. His presence was magnetic, a predator in a tailored suit, commanding respect with every measured word. At 24, he was a force of nature, and everyone knew it.
The meeting was at a critical juncture—discussing a multi-million-dollar merger—when the double doors burst open with a force that made the room collectively flinch. Umair’s gaze snapped to the entrance, his wolf senses flaring, though no scent hit him. Not yet.
There she was. Rida. His mate. Eighteen, fierce, and utterly unapologetic, she stormed in, her dark hair wild and her school uniform slightly askew. Her eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were glassy with unshed tears. Security scrambled behind her, their apologies tripping over each other as they reached the threshold.
“Sir, we tried to stop her—” one guard stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.
Umair raised a hand, silencing them mid-sentence. His voice was a low growl, laced with authority. “Leave. Now.”
The guards hesitated for half a second before scurrying out. Umair’s personal assistant, hovering near the door, got the message without a word. “Meeting’s canceled,” Umair said, his tone final. The executives exchanged stunned glances but filed out quickly, sensing the storm brewing in their boss’s eyes.
Rida didn’t wait for the room to clear. She crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, climbing into Umair’s lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his chest, and silent tears soaked into his crisp white shirt. The boardroom was empty now, but the air still crackled with the audacity of her entrance.
“Rida,” Umair murmured, his voice softening for her alone. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her trembling form. “What the hell happened? You’re shaking.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes flashing with a mix of panic and something primal. “School was a disaster,” she hissed, her voice low but fierce. “Some idiot tried to corner me in the hallway, thought he could intimidate me. I handled it, but then… it hit me, Umair. My first heat. I couldn’t control it. I had to hide my scent just to get out of there without losing my damn mind.”
Umair’s jaw tightened, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. “Someone touched you?” His hands gripped her tighter, not out of anger at her, but at the thought of anyone daring to cross his mate.
“No, I didn’t let them get that far,” she snapped, her tone biting. “I’m not some damsel, Umair. But this heat—it’s tearing me apart. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out, and I needed you. Now.”
Her words hung heavy between them, charged with raw need. Umair’s eyes darkened, his wolf stirring at the scent of her desperation, even if she’d masked it with her magic. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body pressed against his, demanding something only he could give. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, a slow, deliberate touch that made her breath hitch.
“You barge into my meeting, sit on my lap in front of my entire board, and now you’re telling me you’re in heat?” His voice was a dangerous purr, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got some nerve, little wolf.”
Rida’s eyes narrowed, but her lips twitched with a defiant smile. “You love it. Don’t pretend you don’t. I can feel how hard you’re getting under me already.”
Umair chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. “Careful, Rida. You’re playing with fire, and I’m not in the mood to hold back.”
“Good,” she shot back, her voice dripping with challenge. “Because I’m not here to be coddled. I’m here to be taken.”
Her words snapped something in him. In one fluid motion, Umair stood, lifting her with ease and pinning her against the boardroom table. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her skirt riding up as she glared up at him, daring him to make the next move. His hands roamed her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin, the way she was already wet with need. The air was thick with tension, their breaths coming fast, panting with anticipation.
“You’re gonna regret teasing me, Rida,” he growled, his lips brushing her ear as his fingers teased the edge of her panties.
“Try me, Alpha,” she whispered, her voice a sultry taunt, her body arching into his touch, dripping with desire.
Their collision was inevitable, a storm of lust and power about to break. And neither of them was backing down.
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