Chapter 1: Unwelcome Intrusion
The sleek, glass-walled office of Umair Khan, CEO and Alpha King of the Crescent Pack, buzzed with the tense energy of a high-stakes meeting. Investors in tailored suits lined the mahogany table, their eyes sharp as they dissected quarterly projections. Umair, at the head, exuded raw power—his chiseled jaw set, midnight-black hair swept back, and piercing amber eyes commanding the room. At twenty-four, he was a force of nature, a werewolf whose dominance was felt in every calculated word.
Then, the double doors burst open.
Rida stormed in, her raven curls wild, her school uniform slightly askew, and her emerald eyes glinting with a mix of panic and defiance. At eighteen, she was a spitfire—a student, a werewolf with untamed magic, and Umair’s mate. She could mask her scent when fear gripped her, a trick that had saved her more than once. But now, it wasn’t enough to hide the storm brewing inside her. Security guards scrambled behind her, their apologies tripping over each other as they reached the threshold.
“Sir, we tried to stop her—” one stammered, sweat beading on his brow.
Umair’s hand shot up, silencing them mid-sentence. His gaze never left Rida, who, without a word, strode straight to him, ignoring the stunned stares of the boardroom. She slid onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his chest. Silent tears soaked his crisp white shirt. The room froze, a collective gasp hanging in the air.
“Leave,” Umair growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Rida’s trembling frame. He nodded to his PA, a wiry man who nearly dropped his tablet in his haste. “Cancel the meeting. Now.”
The room emptied in seconds, the click of the door sealing them in privacy. Umair’s strong hands gripped Rida’s waist, steadying her as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “What the hell happened, Rida? You don’t just barge in here like this unless the world’s on fire.”
She swallowed hard, her voice raw but fierce. “It might as well be. School was a damn nightmare today. Some idiot thought it’d be funny to corner me in the hallway, and then—” She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with a heat that wasn’t just anger. “My first heat hit. Hard. I couldn’t control it, Umair. I masked my scent, but I could feel every eye on me, like they knew. I had to get to you.”
His eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing as his grip tightened. “You’re telling me you’re in heat, right now, in my office, with half the board thinking I’ve lost my mind letting a schoolgirl sit on my lap?” A smirk curled his lips, but there was no mockery—only hunger. “You’ve got some nerve, little wolf.”
Rida’s glare could’ve burned holes through steel. “Don’t patronize me, Alpha. I’m not some damsel. I’m a mess, yeah, but I’m your mess. And I’m not apologizing for needing you.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath hitching as a wave of heat pulsed through her. “It’s like my body’s on fire, and you’re the only one who can put it out.”
Umair’s smirk vanished, replaced by a raw, primal intensity. “Careful what you ask for, Rida. I’m not exactly known for playing nice when my mate’s dripping with need.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “You feel that? The way your scent’s starting to slip through, even with your magic? It’s driving me fucking insane.”
She shifted in his lap, a gasp escaping as she felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her. “Good,” she shot back, her voice trembling but defiant. “Because I’m not here for sweet talk. I’m horny as hell, Umair, and if you don’t do something about it, I swear I’ll—”
His mouth crashed into hers before she could finish, a bruising kiss that swallowed her words. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling hard as she matched his ferocity, her body arching against him. The scent of her heat mingled with his raw, musky dominance, filling the room like a drug. His hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against him, and she moaned into his mouth, already wet and aching.
“Fuck, Rida,” he growled against her lips, his breath hot and panting. “You’re gonna make me lose every ounce of control I’ve got left.”
“Lose it, then,” she challenged, her nails raking down his neck as her hips rocked against his cock, desperate for friction. “I’m not fragile. Show me what an Alpha does when his mate’s begging for it.”
The promise of what was coming hung heavy between them, a storm about to break as his hands began to roam with purpose, ready to claim every inch of her right there on his desk.
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