Jaguar:
"I was attacked," she told him.
He kept looking her over, breaking the hug every few seconds to check her face for injuries.
I stood there awkwardly, watching the way she interacted with him so gently.
"What do you mean you were attacked?" he asked, his voice turning harsh.
He still had an arm wrapped around her, making sure I knew she belonged with him.
"I’ll tell you everything later," she replied with a pout.
There was so much emotion in her eyes and confidence in her voice.
She looked completely comfortable around him.
There was no hesitation, no uncertainty.
They simply belonged together, and that was what bothered me the most.
"I don’t think we’ve met before," he said to me, his eyes finally moving away from her.
Verity slowly pulled away from him.
"I’m Alpha King Jaguar," I replied, feeling lifeless as I watched her in his arms. It was painful.
"Oh. I’m Roman Wells. Dr. Roman Wells."
The moment he introduced himself, I began to wonder if he had heard me tell her I wanted to take care of her.
I just hoped that was all he had heard. And from the way he acted, it seemed like it was.
"And of course I know who you are," he remarked, a sarcastic grin tugging at his lips.
"Your brother started a project to build packs on this island."
He spoke with deliberate precision. Every word was carefully calculated.
"Yeah. We realized that before it gets taken over by monsters, we should make this place better for werewolves."
It wasn’t meant as a joke, but I said it in a way that made him laugh. It was a dry laugh.
"Well, I have a complaint, then," he remarked, making me tilt my head as I held his gaze.
"My beautiful girlfriend was attacked on this island, which is honestly– I don’t even know how to put it."
I watched his jaw clench as he spoke. Then he pulled her closer.
I could tell even Verity hadn’t expected such aggression from him.
"I didn’t like it one bit."
He emphasized every word before biting his bottom lip.
"I want strict action taken against whoever did this," he continued.
I noticed his veins beginning to pop.
He had fucking met her less than a week ago. Why the fuck was he acting like she was his everything?
Was he purposely just fucking with me?
I could tell even Verity was confused.
"You don’t have to tell us how to do our job. Believe me, I know how fucking wrong what happened to her was," I said, trying to steady my breathing.
Every word that left my mouth came out with a heavy breath.
"She is not only your girlfriend. She’s my employee too, and we take our employees’ safety very, very seriously."


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