After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 25

**The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**

**Chapter 25**

**Brad’s POV**

As I stepped out of the sleek black car, a sense of urgency coursed through my veins, a relentless reminder of the chaotic decision I had just made. The meeting with the Frostelaw Pack had been crucial, yet I had abruptly cut it short—an unprecedented move for me. “Emergency back home,” I had told them, my voice steady even as my mind raced with the truth that gnawed at me.

For nearly ten hours, my wolf had been restless, a powerful force within me, pacing and pulling me back to Moonshade Bay. Back to her.

“Sir, shall I bring these reports to your—” Alex’s words trailed off as his gaze fixed on something above us, his expression shifting from professional to awestruck.

I followed his line of sight, and my breath caught in my throat. Elle stood on the terrace, her golden hair shimmering like spun sunlight, cascading around her shoulders in soft waves. She moved gracefully between the potted plants, a watering can in hand, her every motion imbued with a sensuality that left me momentarily speechless.

She wore nothing but my white dress shirt, its buttons undone to her navel, the fabric teasingly parted to reveal the smooth, creamy swell of her breasts with every gentle sway. The shirt’s hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, an enticing hint of the curves that lay beneath. As she twirled, the shirt lifted slightly, exposing more of her long, bare legs that glistened in the morning light, each step a slow, seductive dance that ignited a fire within me.

I could hear Alex’s sharp intake of breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the tantalizing sight of her toned, glistening thighs. A surge of something primal and possessive washed over me, and a low growl rumbled deep in my chest as I instinctively released a wave of Alpha energy, feeling it hit him like a physical blow.

“Uh, I’ll… I’ll wait in the car, sir,” he stammered, his face flushing as he quickly backed away, eyes averted.

My focus snapped back to Elle, who was humming softly to herself, lost in her own world as she glided across the terrace, completely unaware of the effect she had on me. The mate bond tugged at me relentlessly, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. I had told myself it was merely concern for my heir, nothing more than that. Yet, watching her now, barefoot and exuding an intoxicating allure in my territory, I found myself questioning my own reasoning.

She was breathtaking—utterly irresistible.

For a fleeting moment, an urge to capture this scene overwhelmed me—Elle, bathed in morning light, adorned in my shirt, her body a captivating blend of innocence and raw seduction. The thought unsettled me. What was happening? She was just a human vessel for my heir, a means to an end. Nothing more.

“Wait here,” I commanded Alex, who had returned with folders in hand, before striding toward the entrance. My wolf pushed me forward, drawn by the mate bond I could neither ignore nor control.

The front door clicked shut behind me, a decisive sound that echoed in the quiet of the house. As I ascended the stairs, I heard Elle gasp, followed by the unmistakable sound of something clattering to the ground. When I reached the terrace doorway, I found her frozen in place, hands clutching the edges of my shirt in a futile attempt to cover herself. The fabric gaped open, revealing the inviting curve of her cleavage and the rapid rise and fall of her breath. Water from the fallen watering can pooled around her feet, droplets glistening on her calves, trailing down her skin in a way that made my mouth go dry.

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