Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Not-So-Secret Secret

Logan's eyes darken, his jaw tightening. There's something dangerous lurking beneath his charming exterior.

It should scare me. Instead, it sends a thrill of excitement through my body.

"My intent," he says, voice low and controlled, "is to discuss a matter of utmost importance to the Supernatural Enforcement Division."

I blink, taken aback, as my brain flashes to the conversation I had with Mike this morning. The rumor mill always knows so much. "I thought you were here for an anti-magic security consultation."

"We're here to connect with you. Nicole d'Armand." He throws his wallet onto the table between us.

Oh. It's not his wallet.

It's his badge.

Supernatural Enforcement Division. Badge 21536. Sgt. Logan Everett.

"We believe there's a mole in your department."

My blood runs cold. "What?"

"Someone's been leaking sensitive information about security measures to outside parties. We need your help to find out who."

Sliding his badge back to him, I shake my head. "You must be mistaken. We have had no reports from customers about their security systems being breached."

He doesn't miss a beat. "Kind of hard to report any breaches when they're dead."

Dead?

My mind reels, struggling to process this bombshell.

"What do you mean, dead?" My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.

Logan leans forward, his green eyes intense. "Three of your clients have been found dead in the past month. All of them had recently upgraded their security systems."

A chill runs down my spine. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of disbelief. "That's impossible. We would have heard about it."

"The deaths were made to look like accidents. We've been keeping it under wraps to avoid tipping off the perpetrator."

I frown, my mind racing. This doesn't add up. Why am I only hearing about this now? Even if the deaths were accidental, we would have heard something.

But first, let's start with this whole super-secret project nonsense.

"You said you're keeping this information under wraps, right?"

He nods, leaning back in his chair.

I hold up one finger. "First. There was a private meeting that might have been regarding this secret project this morning. Second, rumors are flying around the office, saying it has something to do with you guys. For a secret, it's pretty out there." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Son of a bitch."

Logan's face darkens, a storm brewing behind those green eyes. His jaw clenches, muscles twitching beneath tanned skin.

"Excuse me," he growls, voice low and dangerous.

He's out the door before I can blink, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion and... something else. Something that makes my skin tingle and my heart race.

I barely have time to process what just happened when his head pops back in, expression sheepish.

"Sorry, where's your boss's office?"

The question catches me off guard, but I recover quickly. Without a hint of remorse, I point down the hall toward Scott's domain. "Third door on the left."

Logan nods, flashing a brief, predatory smile that sends a shiver down my spine. Then he's gone again, striding down the hallway with purpose.

I can't help but watch him go. The way he moves... it's like sex in motion. Sleek. Powerful. Dangerous. Every step screams alpha, and I find myself mesmerized by the flex of his shoulders beneath his tailored shirt.

He has to be a shifter. It's kind of rude to ask these days, but there's no way he isn't a predator-shifter. Wolf, probably. They're usually wolves. He doesn't have that rough, lumbering look of a bear shifter, and isn't prowly enough for a feline.

At the idea that Scott, a beta, is about to get reamed by an alpha maybe-wolf...

Focus, Nicole. There are more important things to worry about right now. Like the fact that someone in my department might be responsible for the deaths of our clients. Like the storm that's about to hit when Logan reaches Scott's office.

Are they wrong, though?

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