All Chapters of Secret Infatuation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Friends. That sounded perfect. It gave me time to deal with my mom’s expectations, Olivia’s meddling, and the chaos swirling around me. With Alex as just a friend, I could keep him close without complicating things any further. Or so I told myself. Now, sitting in a high-stakes conference room with Nathan Cross, the arrogance radiating from him was testing every ounce of patience I had left. We were negotiating a multi-billion-dollar contract—a deal that could solidify my position as one of the top players in this city. All I needed was for Nathan to sell me his land, and the numbers spoke for themselves. But his smug demeanor was driving me up the wall. “I’ll sign this contract,” Nathan said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather, “if you let me have your boy toy.” The blood in my veins boiled. My wolf growled low, clawing at the edges of my control. Alex was my bottom line, the one person

Nathan lingered at my side while I watched Liam and Olivia take their seats. My pulse was racing, and the sinking feeling in my gut deepened with every second Liam’s gaze stayed on me. It wasn’t just a glance. It was a deliberate, piercing look that demanded my attention. “You look rattled,” Nathan said, his tone light but laced with amusement. “Don’t tell me seeing him with her bothers you. I thought you said you were just friends.” I clenched my jaw, unwilling to let Nathan see how deeply the situation was affecting me. “I’m fine,” I muttered. “Let’s go.” But Nathan didn’t move. Instead, he leaned casually against the restaurant’s glass door, his smirk firmly in place. “You know, I’m starting to think Liam has more of a hold on you than you’re willing to admit.” I turned to him, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “You’re awfully interested in my relationship with Liam. Why?”

The forest was eerily quiet as the evening stretched into night. The air was heavy, thick with the anticipation of the full moon's arrival. My house, nestled deep within the woods, felt more isolated than ever, its walls barely containing the storm brewing inside me. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was a full moon, the one time of the month when my wolf demanded freedom, no matter how much I resisted. I’d called Olivia earlier and told her to meet me here. If she wanted to be part of my world, she needed to see it in its rawest, most dangerous form. It wasn’t a decision I’d made lightly, but her recent actions left me with little choice. If she wanted leverage over me, she’d have to understand exactly what she was dealing with. The sound of her car crunching over the gravel driveway broke the stillness. I stepped onto the porch, and she exited the car, her heels clicking against the stone path. She was dressed to impress, as always, though

The ache in my muscles from the full moon shift was still fresh, but my mom’s gentle care had helped me recover faster than usual. She always knew exactly what to do to ease the strain on my body after the transformation, and her presence was a reminder that, no matter how much weight I carried, I wasn’t alone. But today, my mind wasn’t on recovery. It was on the red wolf. That unfamiliar scent from the night before still lingered in my memory, and I couldn’t shake the questions it raised. Who was it? Why was it here? And why did it step in to protect Alex? I set out into the forest surrounding my house, walking in my human form this time. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scents of damp earth and the remnants of last night’s rain. I followed faint trails and claw marks, but the red wolf’s scent was faint, barely traceable. It was as if it had vanished into thin air. Just when I was about to give up and head toward Nathan Cross’s land, which was the mo

I arrived outside my mother’s loft, my chest tightening with a mixture of apprehension and determination. The sight before me wasn’t what I had expected. Her home was once elegant, pristine exterior, and the very image of grace and control were gone. The perfectly manicured garden that used to surround her front door was now overgrown, wild vines crawling up the brickwork. It was a jarring sight, one that reflected a sense of disarray I’d never associated with her. I stepped out of the car, my gaze lingering on the door for a moment before I straightened my shoulders and approached. Inside, the smell of aged wood, faint perfume, and smoke hit me immediately. Her office door was open, the flickering glow of the fireplace spilling into the hallway. I stepped inside, and the sight before me made me pause. She sat behind her massive mahogany desk, her figure slouched with the thought of the we