Page 9 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

I wouldn't change anything, though, because I have Annie now. When Carmela announced she was taking a job overseas—with my main competitor, no less—I think she thought it would get a rise out of me. Instead, it freed me to bring Annie home to the mountains. As a half-witch/half-shifter, she's going to be formidable in her own right when she's grown. For now, I just want her to enjoy being a kid.

Watching Saffy, though, I find myself comparing her to my usual type. I like women who know what they want from sex. Strong women who aren't afraid to test their boundaries. Not necessarily brash women, just those who are comfortable in their own skin. Jonah always jokes that I only date models,which isn't strictly true. But I am drawn to women who are free with their bodies, and shifters often are, even more so than humans.

Saffy seems very reserved, though. I watch her tugging down the hem of that damn skirt again, and it makes my fingers itch to reprimand her. Make her understand how sexy she is, and that she doesn't have to hide. Especially not from me.

I've already considered if Saffy could be my mate. Deep down, shifters all believe in the principle of finding their true mate—even me. However, after living away from my pack for so long while predominantly surrounded by humans, witches, and other paranormals, I've all but given up on the concept.

But my wolf's reaction to Saffy is undeniable. Perhaps it's simply infatuation. Perhaps I just need to fuck her and get her out of my system.

I look at my next meetings and immediately cancel them, having massaged enough executive egos for one morning. Firing off a quick note to Carla not to disturb me, I settle back to review our latest projections and try not to look at the security feed. I can't let my obsession with Saffy distract me from my work. I shake my head and bury my head in the figures in front of me.

An hour or so later, my eyes flick to the security tablet and I do a double take. "What the fuck?"

Saffy is stationed with the R&D department. It's absolutely no coincidence that it's my favorite department, the one I spend the most time with, and the only one on the same floor as my office. The last time I checked the security feed, she had been set up at a workstation and was being given an introduction to our systems by one of the technicians. So why am I watching that other intern fawn all over her? I can't see her face from this angle, but her head is tilted toward him as she's sitting down, and he's grinning down at her like he's just won a fucking prize.

Before I can even process my own reaction, my wolf engages, and I'm striding toward the door. It slams shut behind me, causing Carla to jump in her seat, but she doesn't say anything as I walk away. I may be raging inside, but I have a carefully controlled public image, so I run a hand through my hair and button my jacket as I walk, calming my wolf more with each and every step. I nod in greeting to a few people as I pass, but I don't stop. My entire focus is on the department at the end of the glass walkway.

I can feel the burning heat of my wolf threatening to rise in my chest as I approach. My eyes lock onto Saffy and the other intern. I think his name is Terrance, and I feel my jaw clenching as I fight my wolf's baser instincts.

He's leaning in, leaning over her. He's whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle, and I swear I feel my wolf snarling. I don't know why I'm so possessive over her. I barely know her. But there's no denying the way she makes me feel as a shifter and a man. I'm not used to this level of obsession. It's unsettling, to say the least.

I walk through the department and clear my throat, interrupting their conversation. The young male wolf looks up in surprise, but Saffy doesn't seem to notice at first. When she finally turns to face me, her eyes widen in surprise.

"M-Mr. Matherson," she stammers, a little breathless.

"Hello again, Saffy," I reply tightly, my eyes flicking to the boy. "Have you not been assigned somewhere to be?"

Terrance looks momentarily lost for words, but quickly regains his usual swaggering composure and extends his hand to me. "Mr. Matherson. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I simply regard his hand until he drops it, his smile never faltering. "Yes,” he says. “I was just on my way back there. Let me know if you need that ride, Saf?"

I want to remain calm, but I'm finding it harder and harder to do so. Turning to Saffy, I simply say, "I need a word in my office."

"Of course," she says, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. Terrance looks a little taken aback, but wisely doesn't say anything and walks away.

I watch him go before indicating for Saffy to follow me. I turn and walk back along the glass walkway, painfully aware of her presence behind me. She's feeling nervous, and it's rolling off her in waves. Frankly, it's turning me on.

I say nothing to Carla as we pass, but I don't miss the way her eyebrows shoot up as she watches Saffy follow me into my office. I don't stop. I walk behind my desk and lean against the solid hardwood desk.

Saffy closes the door behind her and stands there, looking at me expectantly. I observe her for a moment, taking in the way her chest rapidly rises and falls and how she tries to hide her nerves. Her fingers twist together, and her eyes are wide and bright. I can tell that she's scared. But I'm not sure what she's most afraid of. Me? The way I'm looking at her? The tension in the air? The feeling she's done something wrong?

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is ridiculous. I'm acting like a jealous teenager. "Saffy," I begin, my tone firm, "I need to know something."

She blinks, looking confused. "What is it, Mr. Matherson?"

The way she says my full name has blood rushing to my cock, but I ignore it for now. I need to know. "Are you and the other intern dating?" I ask bluntly.

Her eyes widen even further, and she shakes her head so quickly that her hair flies around her face. "Terrance? No, no. We're just friends, that's all. Why?"

I'm not sure why I feel so relieved. It's not like I have any kind of claim on her. But still, the thought of her with another man, even one as annoying as Terrance, makes my blood boil. "Good,” I say gruffly. “I need to know you're going to take this internship seriously. Not standing around, flirting with a boy for everyone to see."

There's a moment of silence between us, and I can feel the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. I know I should probably just let her go, tell her to get back to work or something. But I can't resist the pull she has on me. I take a step forward, crowding her against my desk.

I know I'm probably coming across as a dick, telling her not to flirt when I didn't say the same to him—especially as he was the one doing the flirting. I just can't seem to control my reactions around her. I'm not sure what I hoped to achieve with all this. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to get that boy away from her. I wanted to get her alone.

But now what am I going to do? What will I risk?

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can see her breath hitch. I'm about to send her away when I look into her eyes, and for the first time, I'm convinced I see pure desire reflected there. I am known for being a closed book, but right now, it's as if she can read my thoughts and knows exactly what I want.

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