<b>Chapter </b><b>61 </b>


    Reba’s POV


    A 63


    I shot to my feet, turning to face him. My chair scraped loudly against the floor. “I think I should leave now,” I said, my voice shaking despite my efforts to control it. “We can discuss this tomorrow when we’re both calmer.”


    Steve blocked my path to the door, hisrge body forming an imprable barrier. His cologne was overwhelming, a cloying mix of musk and something that reminded me of wet dog. “Why the rush?” he asked, his lips curling into a smile that made my stomach turn. “Everyone else has gone home. It’s just you and me now.” His eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my chest and hips in a way that made my skin crawl.


    “Please move,” I said firmly, trying to sidestep him. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “I need


    to go.


    His hand shot out, gripping my wrist painfully tight. His fingerspletely encircled my wrist, squeezing until I could feel my pulse throbbing against his grip. “You don’t give the orders here, human,” he snarled, pulling me closer. “Do you think the police will care what happens to you? You’ve angered Elizabeth Collins. In this city, that’s a death sentence. No one would even question if something… unfortunate happened to you.”


    I yanked my arm, trying to break free, but his grip only tightened. Pain shot up to my elbow. “Let go of me!” My voice came out higher than normal, edged with panic.


    Steve’s eyes shed gold–the telltale sign of a werewolf’s anger. The brown irises disappearedpletely, reced by an unnatural metallic glow. “You think you’re special because Dominic Sterling took you to his bed?” His lips pulled back, revealing teeth that seemed suddenly sharper. “Do you know how many women have been there before you? How many will be there after?”


    Fear surged through me, but so did a wave of defiance. I raked my nails down his forearm, digging in as hard as 1 could. His skin broke under my nails, drawing blood.


    Steve howled in pain and rage, momentarily loosening his grip enough for me to pull away. I stumbled backward, putting precious inches between us.


    “You little bitch!” he snarled, all pretense of humanity dropping as his face began to shift. His features contorted, nose elongating slightly, teeth visibly growing longer and sharper in his mouth. A low growl rumbled from his chest, the sound nothing like anything a human could produce.


    I lunged for the door, my fingers just brushing the handle before he moved with supernatural speed. His hand closed in my hair, yanking me backward with brutal force. Pain exploded across my scalp as he threw me against his desk. My hip and ribs mmed into the edge, knocking the breath from my lungs in a painful whoosh.


    Before I could recover, his weight pinned me down, pressing me against the hard surface. Papers scattered to the floor. One hand remained tangled painfully in my hair, forcing my head back at an ufortable angle.


    “I’ll teach you to respect your betters,” he growled, his free hand tearing at my uniform blouse. His ws – actual ws now, not human fingernails – shredded the fabric like paper. The sound of ripping cloth filled the office as


    :.


    buttons scattered across the floor, clicking against the hardwood.


    I fought back with everything I had, scratching, kicking, even trying to bite. My elbow connected with his ribs, but he barely flinched. My knee aimed for his groin missed its target. My human strength was nothingpared to his werewolf power.


    His hand released my hair only to deliver a backhanded p that sent my head snapping to the side. Stars exploded in my vision as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My cheek burned with pain.


    Steve’s transformation continued, his features shifting further from human. Coarse hair sprouted along his forearms, and ws fully extended from his fingers. Those ws dug painfully into my shoulder, piercing through skin. I felt. warm blood trickle down my arm.


    “No one can save you now, he growled, his voice deeper, more animal than human. His weight pressed me harder against the desk, making it difficult to breathe. “No one will even hear you scream.”


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