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Chapter 5 Meeting Alone

Word Count: 1279    |    Released on: 26/07/2023

ow's

let's go. It's

the materials for our presentation and drove in an uncomfortable sile

roached me and leaned forward in a friendly manner, smi

embers referred to me as 'Luna', or 'Shadowclaw Luna'. Very few people called me Miss Willow

odded, "I'

y own inadequacies. An infertile Luna was worthless in the pack's eyes, so they remained silent as Mason worked his way through the she-wolves in the pack, hoping that on

that's

knowledge regarding your previous work and had seen some of the projects that you've worked on previously. He feels that he has a good understanding of you and what yo

. After all, our pack isn't really well known in the business world, nor does it have a re

portunity and I nodded to indicate my acceptance of hi

behind me and as I turned to see what was going on, I reali

t d

ce came from somewh

first entered the room, only to see that Daemon was the onl

rearms. His tie hung loosely around his neck as he reached for a cigarette with his left hand and lit it with a lighte

est, Sorry to k

people, and i had prepared answers in my head to countless that questions that woul

inner, but with a man and a woman eating alone to

hair opposite Daemon and sat down, feeling a little apprehe

t was only me and him I wasn't sure how I would cope. I felt an inexplicable pressure radiatin

oject leader for the proposal we put forward for your Ryder One project. This is only the first draft

self, I pushed the first

e man in front of me looked up and a c

ng his midnight coloured eyes sheepishly

readable expression in his eyes. I couldn't tell what he

.what did

on's

low, she was stunning. Every single p

gain Daemon! Ugh, she smells div

had been the same, like a madman. He wa a wolf after all so I couldn't expect his behaviour to be governed by the same human constraints, he was a wild beast only inches away from feral bestiality

any difference in

autiful work of art. The pride and indomitability in her eyes were like a whirlpool, ca

unlike anything that I had ever encount

tible pull towards her, my body surging with adrena

scent, her eyes, her lips, her body, or even the

as though I were a teenager with no ability to control any of my desires in her presence. Even my tro

dding band on her hand

destroy that rock

you, did he?" I as

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