Page 24 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

I follow his gaze and freeze. Cole is standing by the rail, talking to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her dark, flowing locks cascade down her shoulders in perfect waves. The tight black dress she wears clings to her every curve and shows off her slender figure. I watch in dismay as she shifts position, the movement only highlighting her tiny waist and large breasts. The damn dress molds to her body like a second skin, leaving just enough to the imagination to be professional. I doubt there's a man in the building not gawking at her.

The mystery woman's eyes are lined with a smoky gaze that makes her look sophisticated and sultry, and every time she throws her head back to laugh at something Cole says, her perfectly white teeth sparkle under the office lights.

As Terrance and I watch from afar, both captivated by her presence for very different reasons, I notice how effortlessly she commands attention. Her laughter rings through the air like music, drawing everyone's gaze toward her, including Cole's. She playfully touches his arm, causing a shiver to race up my spine.

My wolf is practically howling within me. The way they interact is magnetic. I sense the undeniable connection between them, and it sends waves of jealousy coursing through my veins.

Terrance nudges me slightly, breaking my trance-like state. "Looks like Cole doesn't mind flirting in the office after all. At least not when it's him doing it," he whispers with a smirk.

I tear my gaze away from the enchanting woman and force a smile onto my lips. "Yeah, I guess so," I manage toreply, my voice laced with a tinge of disappointment that I hope Terrance doesn't notice.

"Who wouldn't flirt with her, though? I can't believe he let her go at all. He must regret that. What a shmuck."

That gets my attention. "W-what do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"That's Carmela, his ex," Terrance replies, as though I should have already known, "Everyone's talking about it. Apparently, she flew in last night with some big new proposal. I wonder if they're still fucking. They look like they're fucking."

I cringe at his crude language, but can't help staring at them. It's true—the chemistry between them is physically painful for my wolf to observe. I should have realized it was Carmela. There was a picture of them together online, but it was taken at an event. She looks even more beautiful in person. She looks like Annie.

There is something about her I can't quite put my finger on, though. Something that's bothering my wolf. "Is she a shifter?" I whisper.

Terrance leans in, and I can almost feel his delight in having gossip to share. "No. Can't you tell what she is? I mean, she's sexy as hell, in that slightly sinister way they always seem to be." I look at him, slightly confused, and he chuckles. "She's a witch. Isn't it obvious?"

I'm taken aback by Terrance's words. A witch? It suddenly makes sense, though, with that aura of power my wolf feels emanating from Carmela. Witches are known for their enchanting beauty and ability to manipulate the world's natural forces. It's no wonder she exudes such an irresistible presence.

"Wait, you're serious?" I ask in disbelief, my eyes still fixed on Cole and Carmela. "I had no idea. That seems...unusual, doesn't it? A witch and a shifter?"

Terrance shrugs nonchalantly. "Maybe out here in the mountains. On the coast and in cities, it's not so unusual, Saf. And hey, I'd be banging that if I was Cole, magic be damned. Do you know how hot witches are in the sack?"

"Shut up, Terrance," I finally snap. "I'm not one of your college buddies."

I know he wouldn't talk like that if Charlotte was around, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm being a pushover. Then I remember the project and his promise to keep it a secret. Plus, he's my friend, and I don't want to fall out with him. "Sorry,” I apologize quickly. “I think I'm getting a headache. I'm going to grab that coffee."

Terrance throws his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Saf. I'll come with you."

I can't help stealing one final look at Cole before we walk away. As I do, I see he's turned and is now looking directly at me. Carmela is still talking, but Cole's eyes are burning into mine.

I instinctively shrug Terrance's arm from my shoulder. However, as I turn to walk away, I wonder why I care so much about what Cole thinks. His chemistry with Carmela is obvious. And why wouldn't it be? She's everything I'm not.

Chapter 13 - Cole

I really need to get out of here.

Carmela hasn't stopped talking since she arrived. There's nothing new there; she's usually got a lot to say. She's damn good at telling a story, captivating her audience, and drawing people in with tales of her international travel, meetings with presidents, and global billion-dollar contracts.

She positively radiates success...and magic.

Objectively, I can see how intoxicating she is. Her long, dark, wavy hair cascades enticingly down her back, swaying with every movement she makes. Any man would itch to touch the silken strands. Her simple yet sinful dress clings to her like a second skin, accentuating her perfect figure. The tight-fitting material hugs her in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. Not that I need to use my imagination, because I already know how amazing her body is. The outfit is a daring but natural choice for her, boldly displaying her confidence and fierce femininity. The deep shade of midnight blue makes her bronzed skin practically glow, adding an ethereal allure to her already potent sexiness.

“Ethereal” is the perfect descriptor for Carmela. Having known her for long enough, I see the magic flowing through her. She's stunningly beautiful in her own right, but witches can't help but use the occasional glamor for added spice. Her eyes are glowing bright blue today, though they might be emerald green tomorrow. Her appearance, like her moods, constantly shifts.

Despite the allure of her physical beauty and the undeniable magnetism she exudes, I feel completely empty as I look at her. Instead of captivating me, her long monologue about her latest trade visit to Europe and all her escapades in Paris just bore me.

I'm watching her beautiful face light up as she tells me about her latest visit to our favorite Parisian libertine club, sharing stories of sinful excess. She leans over and strokes my arm, giggling as she reminds me of our last visit before we parted ways.

The things we used to do...

But at the back of my mind, I can't help but rage that she hasn't asked about her daughter once since she arrived. I deliberately decided not to mention Annie's name to see how long it would take Carmela to bring her up or ask to see her. She's been here all morning so far and...nothing.

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