Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I am ready to pounce.
This is a problem. I can’t even be alone in the same room with her anymore.
What in the fuck am I going to do?
“Do you want to see the analysts now?”
I cover my desire with a glower. “Obviously.”
As usual, she’s unfazed by my toxicity. “I”ll send them in.”
“After you do, go home for the day.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I can’t take the fucking dress. It’s too much, Madi, and I need to focus.”
I watch flickers of both dismay and pleasure in her expression at my words. After a long pause, she nods.
“All right, Big Bad. I will dial it back.”
For some reason, her words don’t bring any relief.
In fact, I’m not sure if I can take being near her in any kind of dress during the full moon anymore.
I may have to get rid of my delectable assistant, after all.
My wolf thrashes and snarls, a dark rage forming that I can barely control. He’s pissed at me.
After my meeting with the analysts, my cell rings. I answer it absently, expecting it to be Nickel. Instead a voice void of all emotion rasps, “Working late?”
“Aiden.” Adrenaline slams into my bloodstream. I pace to the windows facing the Adalwulf tower, my wolf on high alert. “Keeping tabs on my work-life balance? I knew you were obsessed with me, but this can’t be healthy.”
“Just calling to see if you need any help with the Benson deal. I thought you might be a worthy opponent, but stealing your biggest acquisition was embarrassingly easy.”
His words make my joints creak with the onset of a shift. I force my wolf back down. Losing control is a weakness I refuse to indulge in. “You think of me as your opponent? I have eight wolves who could challenge you for your pack and win. Two of them are my sisters.”
He drops any pretense of civility. “You don’t have what it takes to lead a pack. You or your father–”
“My father was ten times the wolf that yours was.”
My only answer is his harsh breathing. He’s fighting to keep his wolf under control.
My own claws are out, ripping into the leather headrest of one of the executive conference room chairs.
I flick the shreds away and walk to the windows, glaring at the sole light on the top floor. I can imagine Aiden standing there, glaring right back. Will his perfect hair be mussed, fur sprouting out of his collar?
I’d like to think so.
The irony is Aiden is my age. He runs a successful business while balancing pack and family. A CEO hiding his secret life as a werewolf. He and I share more similarities than differences. We’re cousins. In another universe, we would be friends, but we were raised to hate each other. My father made it clear: the Adalwulfs are morally devoid monsters. But then my father built himself into a similar monster in order to be Odin Adalwulf’s equal.
And now the sins of the fathers have fallen to the sons. We’re locked in a death struggle, one we were destined to fight since birth.
“Be careful, Brick. You sit in your tower and let your little secretary fight your battles for you. I don’t blame you, her scent is delectable.”
My growl erupts, shockingly loud. Aiden speaks over it.
“You’re quite protective of such a lowly employee, aren’t you?” He’s so smug. “Is she there now? Attending to your every need?”
He knows.
I grit my teeth, fighting my panic. My wolf is clawing out of me, roaring, ready to burst out of me. For the first time since I was a teen, he’s out of control.
No. There’s no way he can know.
Stay focused. Protect Madi.
“Obsessed not only with me but with my assistant of the week,” I drawl. “This is a new low, Aiden, even for you.”
“Careful, Brick. You sit in your high tower, hiding behind your pack. You’re growing weak. The wolves are at your door, and one misstep, they will eat you alive.”
I hang up.
The elevator dings, and my wolf nearly breaks his bonds. The room blurs. Half a second later, I’m by the elevator, hovering there in human form, but my wolf is ready to pounce.
With Aiden’s threats lingering in the air, I half expect to see his vulpine face smirking at me when the elevator doors open. Instead, they open up to a custodial worker, Jerry.
“Sir?” I’ve scared him half to death.
His cart and equipment are coated with the harsh bleach scent–chemicals so strong, it covers up his scent. He’s a wolf and a pack member, which should mean I can trust him, but I suddenly realize that he would’ve smelled Madi’s and my combined scents that day I fucked her in the conference room.
Why didn’t I think of it before?
A growl bursts out of me, so loud it shakes the walls. Jerry averts his gaze, angling his head to expose his neck.