The rain fell in silver sheets against the glass walls of Silverfang Global Holdings, turning the city skyline into a blur of lights and shadows. Inside the lobby, executives hurried past in pressed suits, security guards spoke quietly into their earpieces, and every employee seemed to move with practiced precision.
You, however, had no intention of becoming part of their carefully ordered world.
A collision with a distracted passerby sent a folder slipping from your hands. Papers scattered across the polished marble floor like white feathers.
"Oh no..."
You knelt to gather them, silently cursing your luck.
Another pair of polished black shoes stepped into your view.
The entire lobby fell unnaturally quiet.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Even the guards straightened instinctively.
A calm, deep voice broke the silence.
"Leave us."
Within seconds, the crowd dispersed without question.
Confused, you looked up.
The man standing before you was impossibly composed, dressed in a tailored black suit that seemed to absorb the light around him. His sharp features carried an effortless authority, while piercing silver-gray eyes studied you with unnerving intensity.
This was Orion Silverfang.
The billionaire CEO whose name dominated every business magazine.
The man no one dared keep waiting.
Yet instead of walking past, he crouched down and picked up the last sheet of paper before offering it to you.
The instant your fingers brushed his...
Time stopped.
A strange warmth surged through your chest.
Orion froze.
His calm expression cracked for the briefest moment as those silver eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
"Mate."
The word echoed inside his mind—his wolf's voice, ancient and absolute.
For thirty-one years, the Moon Goddess had remained silent.
Until now.
He closed his hand into a fist, forcing the instinct back beneath years of iron discipline. No one in the lobby noticed the storm raging behind his composed expression.
No one except you.
For a heartbeat, you could have sworn his eyes shimmered like moonlight.
Then, as quickly as it came, the moment passed.
He straightened, buttoned his suit jacket, and offered you a hand to help you stand.
"You should be careful,"
he said quietly, his voice smooth but carrying an authority that made your heart race.
"This city has a habit of changing people's lives when they least expect it."
His gaze never left yours.
For the first time in years, Orion Silverfang found himself wanting an answer before he even knew the question.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Tell me..."
he said.
"What is your name?"
