The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 30

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 30**

**Scott**

The atmosphere in the meeting room was charged with the hum of conversation, yet I found myself adrift in a sea of thoughts, far removed from the chatter that surrounded me. Outside those transparent walls, beyond the bustling cityscape, my mind was anchored to one singular thought—my Bella.

I attempted to maintain a facade of indifference as my Finance Chief monotonously recounted the quarterly results, but internally, my Lycan was restless, pacing like a caged beast. Just last night, he had broken free, slipping into the shadows near her home, a ghost of longing that tormented him. The ache to be close to her, to breathe in her scent, was an insatiable hunger. He had lingered in the darkness, a silent guardian to her and her pups, yearning for the warmth of his mate.

“Mr. Moore?” The sound of my name sliced through my reverie, pulling me back to the present. Blinking rapidly, I realized the presentation had concluded, and the room was filled with expectant gazes, waiting for my response.

“Good job,” I murmured automatically, rising from my chair as if on autopilot. “Email me the full report.”

As soon as I stepped out, urgency propelled me forward. I had to see her; I needed to ensure she was alright. My feet moved with purpose toward the construction site of her shop, and there she was—standing at the exit, her back to me. But when our eyes met, she turned and fled in the opposite direction. Confusion gripped me. Why was she leaving so abruptly?

“Bella!” I called out, my voice laced with bewilderment. I chased after her, and as I did, her scent enveloped me—a potent mix of anger, sorrow, and heartbreak. My heart clenched painfully in response. What had happened? Why was she so upset? She didn’t stop, didn’t look back. Instead, she hurled herself into a cab that whisked her away, leaving me standing on the curb, dumbfounded and filled with dread. What the hell was happening? I turned on my heel and headed straight for my office, my mind racing. Perhaps she had gone home.

As I opened my office door, irritation surged through me like a tidal wave. Tasha was perched on my desk, one leg crossed over the other, clad in a tight red dress that practically screamed desperation. The cloying scent of her perfume assaulted my senses, making me want to retch.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, my annoyance barely concealed.

Her smile was saccharine sweet. “Waiting for you, obviously.”

“Get off my desk,” I growled, my eyes scanning for my keys, desperate to escape this unwelcome distraction.

She remained unmoved, leaning back slightly to balance herself with her palms. “I came to thank you and to ask for a favor.” She shifted, parting her legs provocatively.

My jaw clenched involuntarily. “The last I heard, you had moved into my villa. What more do you want from me?”

“Come stay with me at the villa. I hope you’re not seeing anyone else,” she purred, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

I narrowed my eyes, irritation flaring. “That’s none of your business. Know your place!”

With a shake of her head, she slipped off the desk and approached me, a predatory glint in her eyes. “You look tense. I can help you unwind, Your Majesty. I understand the weight of your responsibilities, the pressure that comes with being the King of Werewolves.” Her hand brushed my tie, her gaze sultry as she peered at me from beneath her lashes.

I grasped her wrist firmly before she could invade my personal space again. “Don’t.”

She laughed softly, pulling back only to circle me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Why do you hate it when I touch you?” she whispered, her voice low and enticing. “We could be great together. My father thinks so. Your pack thinks so. Everyone thinks so.”

“I’m in a hurry,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “Leave.”

A smirk graced her lips as she stepped closer, her breath warm against my skin. “To meet the woman you kissed? I saw it in the newspaper.”

Rage surged through me like wildfire. I shoved her back, enough to make her stumble. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Scott, how dare you?” she retorted, humiliation etched across her features.

A growl erupted from deep within me, and before I knew it, my hand was around her throat. “How dare you, Tasha? Disrespect me again, and I’ll snap your neck in two. Now, get out.”

Her hand trembled as it wrapped around my wrist, fear evident in her eyes. “S-sorry, Y-Your Majesty!” Taking a shaky breath, I released her, and she dropped to the ground like a marionette with cut strings.

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