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MidReal Story
Forbidden Hearts of the Billionaire Werewolf
Scenario:I'm in love with a woman I can't have, even though she loves me just as much as I love her. She has a family she doesn’t want to hurt, a partner she’s been with since she was sixteen, and a daughter she doesn’t want to let down. It feels like I’ve known her for another lifetime. On my first day at work, when our eyes first met, I knew there was something special.
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Alexei Petrov
mafia god seeking dominance,relationships with Lucas and Mia,imposing figure with a commanding presence.
Lucas Blackwood
werewolf heir and CEO,relationships with Mia and Alex,tall with sharp features,charismatic and rebellious.
Mia Torres
mysterious figure with divine traits,relationships with Lucas and Alex,ethereal beauty with an enigmatic aura.
Alexei Petrov was a mafia god.
At least he seemed that way, with more than half the wealth and power in Las Vegas belonging to him.
He was the kind of man who could read you in a glance and break you with a single word.
I’d heard he was twenty-eight years old, but he seemed older.
Not from any lines on his face or grey in his hair.
No, he seemed older because of the weight in his eyes.
He knew things no man should ever have to know.
Things I could only guess at.
Things I could hardly believe.
Because Alexei wasn’t just a mafia boss.
He was a werewolf, or so the rumors said.
And if it was true, he wasn’t just any werewolf.
He was a powerful alpha, one who would be destined to rule over not just the local pack, but all packs.
At least that’s what I’d heard from whispering coworkers.
They spoke about him as if he were a god, one who would bring them salvation or destroy them.
Either way, he was a figure of mystery and awe.
And I had just been hired as his assistant.
"Lucas Blackwood?"
A stern voice asked.
I pivot slowly in my leather office chair, my heart thundering against my ribs as I face the doorway of my new workspace.
The imposing figure of Alexei Petrov fills the frame, his broad shoulders nearly touching both sides.
His steel-gray eyes lock onto mine with a predatory intensity that makes me want to shrink back into my chair.
But I refuse to show any weakness.
Not on my first day.
I catch a subtle flare of his nostrils as he takes in my scent, and I realize with a jolt that the rumors are true.
He’s a werewolf.
"Mr. Petrov," I reply, rising from my chair and smoothing down my suit jacket.
My movements feel stiff and controlled, as if I’m fighting against an invisible force.
The air in the room seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken tension.
Alexei steps into the room, his Italian leather shoes making barely a sound on the polished marble floor.
His gaze never leaves mine, and I can feel its weight like a physical touch.
He extends his hand toward me, and I notice the heavy silver ring on his middle finger, bearing the crest of his family. "Welcome to the team," he says, his voice low and commanding.
I reach out to shake his hand, but as soon as our palms touch, his grip tightens with supernatural strength.
The crushing pressure finally eases, but the weight of his presence remains suffocating.
He releases my hand and circles my desk with deliberate steps, running his finger along the polished wood.
My wolf bristles beneath my skin as he invades my territory.
"You have potential, Blackwood," he says, pulling a contract from the inside pocket of his tailored suit jacket.
The papers land on my desk with a soft thud.
I scan the first page - an offer to become his personal enforcer, complete with a seven-figure salary and ownership stake in his casino empire.
"Why me?" I ask, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
Alexei leans closer, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Because you're not just any wolf, Lucas; you're the key to uniting the packs."
His words hang in the air, leaving me unsettled.
Before I can respond, a soft knock interrupts us.
The door opens, and a petite woman with long, dark hair and expressive brown eyes enters.
She carries a stack of reports in her arms, her gaze fixed on Alexei.
"Mr. Petrov, I have the financials you requested," she says, her voice soft and melodic.
Time seems to slow as our gazes meet.
Her dark eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
My wolf, agitated moments ago, suddenly goes still with recognition.
She pauses mid-step, her stack of reports clutched tightly to her chest.
The air between us crackles with tension.
Alexei watches our reaction with calculating interest, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
I grip the contract in my trembling hands, my wolf's agitation growing stronger after the woman's departure.
The numbers blur as I stare at the pages, unable to shake the lingering electricity from our shared gaze.
Rising from my chair, I slam the contract onto Alexei's desk.
He remains seated, that knowing smirk still playing on his face.
"What's really going on here?" I demand, leaning forward.
"This offer, that woman - you planned this."
Alexei's smirk widens as he stands, towering over me.
His gray eyes flash with amber, his wolf surfacing.
"Sit down, Lucas," he commands.
I remain seated, refusing to back down.
The air thickens with tension as our wolves clash.
Alexei's amber eyes burn with supernatural dominance, but I hold my ground.
The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken power struggles.
Then, the office door opens once more.
The mysterious woman glides in, her presence immediately drawing my attention away from Alexei.
She moves to place more documents on his desk, but this time she lingers.
Her dark eyes find mine again, and a small, secretive smile plays across her lips.
As she turns to leave, she pauses beside my chair.
Leaning down close enough that I catch the scent of jasmine in her hair, she whispers three words that make my wolf stir: "Trust your instincts, Lucas."
Her words ignite a fire within me, and I know there's no turning back.
The tension between Alexei and me dissipates as the woman's words hang in the air.
I lean back in my chair, processing her cryptic message.
When a haunting howl pierces the silence, my wolf instantly snaps to attention.
Fur bristles beneath my skin, and I leap from my seat.
Striding to the floor-to-ceiling windows, I look out into the evening sky.
The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the cityscape.
In the distance, I see them - at least twelve wolves emerging from the tree line behind the building.
Their movements are synchronized, suggesting organized intent rather than random appearance.
Alexei appears beside me, his presence commanding yet focused elsewhere.
His jaw tightens as he recognizes the lead wolf's distinctive silver coat.
I lean against the doorframe of my office, watching Mia walk down the hallway.
Her dark hair sways with each measured step, and my fingers itch to run through it.
When she pauses at the water cooler, I notice how her cream blouse accentuates her olive skin.
My wolf paces restlessly, drawn to her presence.
She turns her head slightly, those magnetic dark eyes meeting mine over her shoulder.
The simple action sends electricity down my spine.
I realize she's not just a messenger but a catalyst for everything that's about to unfold.
I pace in my office, the wolves' howls growing louder.
Their haunting song reverberates through the steel frame of the building.
My wolf claws beneath my skin, desperate to answer their call.
Through the window, I watch the silver-coated leader prowl closer, its movements fluid yet threatening.
Mia appears in my doorway, her face tense.
"They're here for you," she says, her voice carrying an urgency I've never heard before.
My hands shake as I loosen my tie and unbutton my collar.
The wolf inside me surges with anticipation.
I bolt past Mia toward the stairwell.