Kieran has no intention of finding his mate. Love is a weakness he can't afford. But with his pack growing more concerned over his single status he, needs to assure them all is well. What better way to do so than to hire a fake girlfriend he can parade around at the annual pack retreat?
Chloe is coerced into becoming the wolf’s temporary mate, but she’s determined to keep their agreement professional. But her seductive partner in crime has other ideas, and his considerable charm makes it difficult for her to keep her eye on the prize. While these two burn hot when they’re together, behind-the-scenes politics work to rip them apart.
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“You, Chloe. I need you.”
A shiver ran down her spine. A secret part of her wished she’d heard those words from a man who meant them in the way she craved. Though she’d been alive close to a century, no one had ever looked at her with the intensity that Kieran did now. No man had ever told her that he needed her.
“I’m sure I misheard you,” she said, trying to appear unruffled.
“Think about it,” he replied as he stalked toward her. “You understand my situation and requirements, plus
you’re already invested in this operation running smoothly.” He stopped when he was before her. “Considering what just happened, I know you can handle yourself around werewolves without appearing weak.”
She crossed her arms and tried to stare him down. “I am your handler, not your date.”
He ignored her, taking one step farther into her space. “Most importantly,” he continued. “I can kiss you and mean it.”
The breath rushed out of her. For a split second, the lonely corner of her soul wondered what it would be like to be in this man’s arms, even if it was only for pretend.
“I’ll write whatever check you want.”
The fantasy she’d been spinning in her head crashed back to earth with the ugly reality of his words.
She pushed past him, trying to ignore the hard planes of his chest under her palm. “Let me make something clear, you arrogant alpha. I am not for sale.” She dropped into her chair and crossed her legs, taking comfort in the desk separating them. At least she did until he planted his hands in the center of it and leaned forward to tower over her.
“Everyone has a price.”
“Not me,” she replied. “I’m not interested in being your squeeze toy.”
“You know I have a point. Vivian wants this deal, and she’s convinced you to want it as well. With you at the helm, there is no chance of a slip up. Plus, you can be assured of complete privacy, which protects both my interests and your agency’s reputation.”
The damn man had a point. She’d never been comfortable with the idea of buying another person’s silence.
“With your experience matching my kind, you have the knowledge to blend into the pack and the skills to keep yourself safe. Not to mention, witches are thoroughly compatible with wolves.”
She rolled her eyes at the one. “I take it you’re speaking from personal knowledge.”
A grin tugged at his lips. “Your people tend to have a wild streak that appeals to weres.”
“Not helping your cause.”
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