It’s Winnie again, but this time, a smug smile is on her face as though she just won the lottery.
That smile makes Roy’s hand sweaty. Creepy.“What do you want?” he asks, trying to sound indifferent.
“You have an appointment with the CEO at the top floor.” she grins, enjoying his shock.His heart skips a beat.Why would the CEO want to see him? He’s just the social media guy. The CEO probably doesn’t even know his name, unless—It’s her fault, he realizes grimly. She’s still mad at him for insulting her, so she makes up some crazy story to get him in trouble with the big boss. And he also epically bumped into the CEO this morning.Stupid ape!Roy clears his throat. Maybe Winnie is mistaken. He’s new here after all. Maybe it’s just his supervisor who needs him, not the CEO himself. “Are you sure about that?” he says slowly, hoping she’s wrong.She rolls her eyes. “I heard it myself,” she snaps, “He even said your full name, Roy.”What did she tell the CEO anyway?Did she tell the CEO that he flirted with her on his first day? That would be a horrible lie, but he had no way to prove otherwise.She clears her throat, making him look at her. Roy can tell she wants to rub it in his face, so he quickly gets up from his seat.The journey to the elevator feels like an eternity, and he senses some of the 'gambling workers' smirking behind him. He doesn't even know them, but it feels like they already hate him.It's a long ride to Floor24, with people getting in and out constantly. Recalling what Kristine said about everyone betting on how long he was going to remain in the company before Anderson gets rid of him…does nothing to ease the ugly feeling in his stomach.Feeling sick with anxiety, Roy wonders what to say to Liam. He messed up as usual.
His phone rings and he jolts, surprised he even has it with him. It is Hailey calling.“Hey.” He says on answering the call.“What’s wrong bitch?” Her voice walks the line between worried and excited.“Uh…nothing.”“No. No. that’s not nothing.” She groans, “Are you having a bad day?”“You can’t imagine…” He lets out a sigh, “Please, please, please don’t tell Liam but I’m being summoned to the principal’s office.”“On your first day?” Hailey gasps, her tone dripping with fascination. You are meeting BRYAN ANDERSON!”Roy rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t be excited if I were you. I bumped into him earlier and he didn’t seem too happy about it. And I also had a ‘friendly’ talk with one of the superiors who didn’t exactly like the word ‘Gay’.” He fills her in, rubbing his brows.“I hope you told the stuck-up bitch that you would date her husband if she doesn’t shut it?” She asks in her snarky tone and Roy stifles a burst of laughter. Effing Hailey and her silly jokes.“I told her something along that line.”She whoops, “You’re better off without a job anyway. With your skills, you could build the greatest audience on social media and become an influencer.”“Yeah…” he trails off. “But that is the last thing I want, and you know. Too pretentious.”“Chin up babe.” She sounds sorry, “We’d celebrate your job loss later.”“Eff you.” He cusses.She laughs so loud he had to pull the phone away from his ears, “I’m totally down, weirdo.”Shaking his head, Roy presses the red button, cutting her off and his feeling of unease returns.The doors open one last time for him as the elevator arrives at Floor 24.His secretary, a stern-looking woman in her forties, nametag Stella, looks at him with genuine pity in her eyes.Eff.He wipes the sweat off his brow as she leads him down the quiet hall.Stella knocks twice before opening the door.Roy almost face-plants on his way inside.BRYAN ANDERSON was drawn to his scent as soon as he entered his den.Bryan was different from other Lycans or so he’d always thought. They lived for their wild cravings, letting them explode like flames that swallowed trees, but Bryan kept a tight grip on himself. He was always calm and cold as if his soul was frozen. He felt no strong attraction to anyone, just a faint spark that he never let grow into a fire that could consume him and others. He faced the dangers of Lycan life with careful skill, like a climber on a steep mountain, never losing his balance or control.
But this time—this time he wanted to forget his black and white plan. Roy’s scent alone made Bryan crave to just ravish him until they both collapsed, fuck him hard until they both drowned in the ecstasy of it.At his moment though, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he hadn’t spoken to the boy in front of the elevator, ashamed that he hadn’t told the boy how fucking sexy he looked in that tight suit. Ashamed that his true sexuality was a dirty secret his family protected fiercely. Ashamed that he let them do it.He pushed out a ragged breath as he felt a sharp, hard ache in his chest.The boy was so brave,’ he thought, Proud of who he was and not afraid to flaunt it. It made him sexier.He reached for the remote control on his desk and tapped a few keys. A hidden panel on his right moved aside, showing a wall of monitors linked to the building’s surveillance systems.He scanned the video from when Roy exited the elevators to greet his new boss, Flake. His expression turned cold as he saw what they did to him in the office. He was enraged and disgusted that they would treat his Roy like that.The words that the secretary had thrown at Roy made Bryan want to rip her to shreds—literally, destroy her life and make sure she never breathes again. He was a very possessive man to the ones he cared about. It shocked him that he already about Roy.But he wouldn’t do that to her. Life had taught him the value of patience, the craft of chasing his goals until he got what he wanted—and the knack of keeping it in his hands until he lost interest in it.
And at this moment, His need for Roy was so fierce that it took every bit of his control not to bolt from his office and rip everything apart.“Claim him!’ A voice growled in his psyche and Bryan rubbed his hurting chest, “Not now…but soon.”Roy was near. His scent called to him, a siren’s song that Bryan’s body and heart yearned to answer.His cock was pressing painfully hard against his zipper like never before just because he was looking forward to seeing that slip of a boy.Damn—Bryan had not been prepared for this—had never thought his breath would be taken away.How would his life change if Roy Jordan wormed his way into his heart?Roy tiptoes through the doorway, swallowed by the vast jaws of the CEO's office. Every fiber of his being screams retreat, but his feet keep moving, driven by a morbid fascination. This isn’t an office; it is a palace carved from glass and steel, sprawled across the entire penthouse floor. From what Roy can see, it rivals the size of the entire apartment complex he shares with Hailey and Liam, maybe even double it. Heck, it can probably work as a landing pad for a couple of choppers. What is he doing here?!!!!! The room is cloaked in twilight, save for a shaft of golden light spearing through a crack in the doorway. Floor-to-ceiling drapes cover the windows, shielding the room from the sun's fiery descent. Paintings, stark against the black-coated steel walls, seemed to leer down at him. His footsteps, muffled by the plush sapphire carpet, sounded like drumbeats against his racing heart. Oh, Christ, Roy feels faint. Gulping air, he cranes his neck upwards, the ceiling angling down in
“HELP ME!”The office echoes with Roy's desperate screams, bouncing off the soundproofed walls with no means of escape as he bolts off the couch. DUM DUM DUM! That is his heart pounding frantically as he scrambles away from the wolf, its teeth gleaming like shards of ice in the dim light. Roy has heard the rumors of how Mr. Anderson was ruthless, but unleashing a beast on an office worker for a misplaced comment? It was nothing short of sadistic, Roy thought, the wolf's proximity sending fresh tremors through Roy's legs. "I'm sorry!" Roy's voice cracks on the apology as his fingers fumble with the doorknob, twisting and turning in vain. "I never meant to offend you, Mr. Anderson, Please! I take it back, okay! Just call this… beast off!" He spins around, searching for another way out, his eyes wide with terror. But the wolf just watched, its head tilted inquisitively as if observing a particularly clumsy fly. "Mr. Anderson, please!" Roy's voice hitches, a tear tracing a salty path d
“Fuck!” Claire screams as he pukes out the last bit of his breakfast on her face, “You are so dead.” She runs out of the elevator, down the hallway, and Roy in confusion, follows after her, trying to apologize. He stands outside the ladies while she cleaned up, his face red with embarrassment. He straightens when the door opens and a very angry Claire stomps out. “You are so gross.” She seethes at him. What? How was he the gross when she was on her knees in the— The thought makes him gag again and this time, she jumps back so his vomit lands on the tiles. “You will not tell anyone what you saw.” “What? I didn’t even see anything.” Roy nods, desperately wanting to forget the nightmarish episode already. “Swear.” She screeches. “I cross my heart,” Roy mumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, wishing he had his water bottle with him. “I’ll kill you if this gets out.” She wags her fingers at his face when he finally raises his eyes to look at her. “God, I already sw
“Thank you.” Roy sniffs as he thanks Bryan Anderson’s chauffeur, stepping out of the limousine. Liam and Hailey are on the pavement, clearly intrigued.“Your eyes are red… Are you crying?” Hailey gasps looking at him.“Oooo…Hot ride huh.” Liam whistles, then belatedly add, “Sorry, I meant are you okay, Roy?”“Uhm—I’m okay,” He says, “I-uh-I just got sacked.” That wasn’t true but Roy has just made up his mind. He is going to tender his resignation tomorrow. He doesn’t think he can work another day at Anderson Inc. after what happened. He’ll always remember what a jerk the CEO itself was.He uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe his tears off while Liam stares at him with pity.“But what happened though?” he asks, “How could you get sacked on your freaking first day?’“Because I’m gay?” Roy snaps and Liam mumbles an apology.“Come on in guys.” Hailey steps in, “let’s get shitfaced.”“No, we can’t. Hailey, you keep forgetting that you are now a mother.”“Don’t do that Roy.” She growls, “
Adrenaline pumps through his vein and instincts he never knew he has kicked in. Roy catches a glimpse of red eyes and pokes at them with his fingers. His attacker howls.It was a dog?—no, a wolf…a freaking werewolf. Roy gasps, absolutely sure of his conclusion.With shaky hands, Roy manages to pull out his pepper spray and he presses his thumb against the nozzle, once, twice, as many times as he can into the eyes of the wolf.The werewolf yelps, turning away as its body falls to the ground with a heavy thud.His phone vibrates against his pocket and he scrambles to answer it but gleaming silver claws swipe it away. Fuck! Another werewolf?The werewolf lunges at him again, swiping the pepper spray out of his hand before he could press the nozzle. Roy stares at the werewolf in dismay. Is this how his end would be?All of a sudden, a third werewolf howls, jumping out of the shadows, claws ripping into the chest of the brown werewolf in front of Roy. The claws are at least 2ft long, as sh
The next day, Roy reports to work in a lighter note, secretly daydreaming that Bryan would come to him in the lobby to publicly claim him but since he stepped foot into Anderson Inc., he hasn’t set his eyes on the CEO. He refrains from asking on his whereabouts from Kristine or she might read more into what she witnessed yesterday. No matter how much he wants Bryan to show him off, Roy doesn’t want to ruin his life because he remembers that Bryan said he was the Lycan Prince in his werewolf world and was next in line to the throne. Somehow, Roy is aware of how delicate the situation is if Bryan has to desperately hide his sexuality. From his tone, he could guess that coming out as gay in his werewolf world might be a threat to his ascension of the throne. Roy takes a deep breath and focuses back on the computer screen in front of him, responding to the mails, deciding to be patient enough. If Bryan promises to claim him in front of everyone on Monday, then he must have a plan. Ro
Roy’s eyes widen in shock on seeing Mr. Anderson blatantly flirting with the waitress and a lump forms in his throat. Biting back the rush of tears, Roy stiffens and straightens his back, walking out of the door but before he can take the next step, a hand clasps around his neck, holding him in place. Roy smells him before he hears him and the shock waves of arousal that slithers through him repulse him. “Let me go,” Roy snaps and tries to twist out of Bryan’s grip, momentarily forgetting that he was a Lycan. “Roy, listen…” he starts to say but Roy cuts him short. “I don’t know what games you are playing but please don’t make me a part of it,” his voice breaks, “Maybe you have a thing for fucking boys secretly, probably a…kink. It doesn’t make you gay, Mr. Anderson.” As quick as lightning, Bryan yanks him around and presses him against the wall at the backstreet next to the café, “Shut up and listen to me.” The fight instantly goes out of Roy’s body on seeing the blazing fire in
Roy's cheeks redden, wondering how the news got to Mr. Flake, his immediate boss. He’d been careful enough not to let anyone see him.Mr. Flake stands from the edge of Roy’s table where he propped against, “Bryan Anderson has never taken any interest in any worker below the 15th floor. Ever since I’ve been employed here, I haven’t met him face to face. Why is he suddenly asking for your file?”Roy swallows, unable to answer.“Don’t think about denying it because I saw you at the Coffee shop next to the company.” He snaps, straightening his shoulders so he towers over Roy. He was clearly trying to intimidate him.“Bry—I mean Mr. Anderson didn’t take me to lunch, sir.” Roy lies, blushing furiously, “I-I…uh…spilled coffee on him when I went to grab a burger from the Café.”Mr. Flake narrows his eyes suspiciously, “That doesn’t explain why you sat at the same table with him or why he’s asking my secretary for your file!”“You know I’m the social media handler of this company,” Roy scratch