Abel
It's been a week since my world tilted off its axis.
Seven days of having my mate within reach but untouchable.
Seven days of her vanilla scent driving me to distraction.
Seven days of watching Millicent Adams pretend our bond doesn't exist while excelling at every aspect of her job.
My wolf hasn't stopped pacing since the moment we met.
I sat at my desk, pretending to review quarterly reports while actually watching Millicent through the glass doors. She was on the phone, handling what sounded like an irate client with a calm professionalism that would've impressed me if I wasn't so frustrated by everything else about her.
She's annoyingly competent. Within three days, she'd reorganized my entire scheduling system, streamlining meetings and building in buffer time I didn't kno
