Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

He narrows his silver eyes in disbelief but doesn't press further as he finishes his coffee in one gulp and places the mug in the sink. "Put on a jacket, it's cold outside, and we're leaving."

"We?" T ask hesitantly, looking at him suspiciously

"We are going together; you want to work, you can work with me, but until this shit is settled with your father and the other alphas, I don't want you wandering off without me," he growls out impatiently, gesturing at the door. "You want a distraction, fine. I'm giving you one; take it or leave it." I swallow but grab my jacket before meeting him back at the front door where he stands in his suit trying to fix his cufflinks,

yet he appears to be in a terrible mood, which isn't helping when he looks on the verge of shifting. Moving closer, I take them from him, flipping his hand over, I do his cufflinks

"Why are you so cranky?" I ask him, and at first, he says nothing until I glance at him when moving to do the other one. "My wolf is furious with me; he is fighting me," Zayn admits, and I stare at him

"Why?" Task quickly, fixing the other cufflink

"For upsetting you, he didn't like you weren't sleeping in our bed," Zayn states his words, coming out in a growl at the end as his wolf tries shoving forward

"Your wolf is angry I wasn't in the bed?" I ask him

"You forget I have marked you, Cleo; our wolves are possessive, animalistic sides of us; he kept me up all damn night wanting me to drag you back to the room like some barbaric caveman. He thought you were rejecting him." he rubs his temples. I bite my bottom lip at his words, not knowing what to say

Zayn reaches for his keys, but I snatched them from the hallstand. "I'm driving. I'm not getting in a car with you if you're on the verge of shifting." I tell him. He clenches his teeth but says nothing. Instead, he turns to open the door

We walk out to the car when it occurs to me that I have no idea what he does for work; all I know is that he has an office in the city. "What are you doing for work anyway?" I ask him, hitting the key fob

"Real Estate, property development, I have all

the city pack businesses, and I own a few clubs and bars. The proceeds go back into the pack."

"So how much do you own exactly." Zayn seems thoughtful for a second. "My pack or me in general?"

"Both?"

"Half the city, between my father's assets that were passed down and what my pack owns," he tells me as I open the driver's door and climb in,

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"That was not me!" Zayn growls when his claws suddenly slash his seatbelt when he goes to pull it on. "Zarek, you stupid mutt!" he snarls angrily. My eyes widened at him, and he was talking to himself. Well, his wolf

"She is right fucking there!" he snarls as fur sprouts across his hands. I raise an eyebrow at him, worried this will be a very embarrassing all-day thing in his office

"Sorry, he's being a..." His words cut off as Zarek presses beneath his skin

"Zarek, knock it off, or I won't sleep in our room tonight either." I snap at him, knowing he is about to shred Zayn's suit, and I want to get out of this house but can't without Zayn. Zarek instantly settles, and Zayn sucks in a breath of relief. While I stared at him, bewildered that his wolf so easily listened to me

"He never listens to me like that," Zayn mutters

"Maybe because you called him a mutt." I retort, starting the car

Zayn chuckles and shakes his head. "Ready?" I ask him. He nods, motioning for me to go; the tension in the car is thick the entire way to his office building. I park the car and climb out in front of a large building with his name at the top. Z.H. corporation. "I can honestly say I have never been to this side of the city," I tell him as I park his car

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"It's only ten minutes from your university. How have you never been here before?" he asks. I shrug. "Dad always told me this side of the city was rougher, so I avoided it," I admit, wondering why my father would say that when this would have to be the nicest part of the city and it was barely a few minutes away from the city center

"He lied," Zayn states coldly as we walk into the lobby. The second we walk in, all eyes are on

us, and instinctively, I stop, but Zayn drops his arm across my shoulders, tugging me closer

Zayn led me through the large lobby, my gaze darting everywhere as people greeted him left and right. I felt like an outsider, a trespasser in this world of glitz and glamor that I didn't belong in. When we reach an elevator, Zayn uses a swipe card and then presses the level he wants to go

His office took my breath away-panoramic windows looked over Nightshade City's expansive skyline. On one wall was a mahogany desk with a sleek computer setup, while another showcased various awards and pictures of Zayn shaking hands with important-looking people

His scent permeated everything, claiming this space as his own. Despite the grandeur, it felt impersonal and cold-like him when he wasn't around me

"So... what do you want me to do?" I asked tentatively as he settled behind his desk, shuffling through papers

"Make yourself comfortable," he motions to the lounge. I sit heavily on it. For some reason, I was expecting it to be some cozy little building, not an actual skyscraper. However, I am now left twiddling my thumbs, watching him as he logs into his computer