Page 2 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Fixer

Not the claws.I'd prepped for the whole werewolf thing.No, the problem was the way my body reacted.Blood rushed south filling me with a burst of desire as my skin pebbled under his gaze.It was like my body recognized him before my brain could protest.

I didn't flinch."Cute party trick.You done?"

His claws retracted.For a heartbeat, his eyes flickered with surprise, then respect.He almost looked impressed, before his mask slammed back down."Get out."

"Gladly."I turned, but not before snagging his abandoned phone."Oh, and Levi?"I tossed over my shoulder."Next time you're framed for murder?Try not leaving evidence lying around."

The screen lit up with a single unread text.My fingers curled around the cracked phone screen before Levi could stop me.The text was from an unsaved number, timestamped the night Selene died.

Unknown: The package is in place.

I raised my gaze to Levi's.His expression darkened, the gold flecks in his blue eyes sharpening.His grip on the desk tightened.

"Explain that," I said, voice low.

He moved so fast that I barely registered it.One second he was by the desk, the next crowding me against the wall.My breath caught in my throat, but I held my ground, pressing the phone between us like a shield.

"Give.It.Back."Each word was a growl, reverberating through my ribs.

I shoved against his chest, but he didn't budge.Heat radiated off him, musk and salt and something that made my pulse stutter.Stupid.Dangerous.I forced my voice steady."You can snarl all you want, Storm.But if you're innocent, you need me."

His claws retracted, but he didn't step back.The heat of him pressed against me, his breath ragged against my cheek.My traitorous body arched toward him, drawn to the danger in his gaze.Idiot.I shoved harder."Back.Off."

The phone buzzed between us.His gaze flicked down, and for a heartbeat, I saw it, the raw fear and desperation beneath the fury.That, more than the text, chilled me to the bone.

Another text, same number:

Unknown: Media's asking about the gun.Keep your mouth shut.

Levi stilled.A muscle in his jaw jumped.

I exhaled slowly."You're being framed."

He didn't deny it.

Ice slid through my veins.

My Uber ride back to my office was a blur of neon and headlights.Levi's phone burned a hole in my bag.The city's glow did little to soften the unease coiling in my gut.Someone had gone to great lengths to set him up, and if they were willing to kill Selene, they wouldn't hesitate to silence anyone digging too deep.

I pressed my forehead to the cool glass, exhaling sharply.What the hell are you doing, Fortune?

This went beyond PR damage control.Texts about guns and media manipulation?Someone had framed Levi for murder.And instead of running, I'd stolen evidence like some movie heroine.My stomach churned.This wasn't just a job anymore.It was a minefield.

The driver's eyes flicked to mine in the rearview mirror."You okay, miss?"

I straightened, schooling my face into professional calm."Peachy."

Zane was already waiting when I pushed through the glass doors of Fortune PR, his usual chaos of monitors and snack wrappers a comforting contrast to the cold precision of Levi's world.Zane swiveled in his chair, a half-eaten donut dangling from his fingers.His glasses were smudged, and his hair looked like he'd lost a fight with a seagull.He took one look at my face and dropped the donut.

"That bad, huh?"

I tossed the phone onto his desk."Worse.He's being framed for murder, apparently."

Zane's brows shot up.He wiped powdered sugar off his fingers and snatched the phone, scrolling through the messages.His smirk faded."Oh.Oh, this is bad."

"Tell me something I don't know."I dropped into my chair, rubbing my temples."Someone's setting him up, and they're not being subtle."

Zane whistled low."You sure it's not him?Rich, powerful, primal wolf predator.Classic villain material."

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