Fated to my Enemy by Diane Doherty

hapter Two

Ryley

My boss was standing by the front desk as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, holding my much–needed latte. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him today. I just wanted to get to my office and finish my workload. He was chatting with the receptionist, Evelyn. My strides became more purposeful as I made my way to my office, trying to go unnoticed.

“Good morning, Miss Halliwell,” Evelyn’s overly cheery voice rang out when I was almost in the safety of my office. I cringed before forcing a smile. I turned around to see my boss, Mr. Miller, and Evelyn, both watching me.

“Good morning,” I told them, trying to sound chipper, even though I was anything but. I turned on my heels and headed into my office, closing the door behind me.

The relief I felt after closing my door and I was alone was short–lived when Mr. Miller, opened the door and entered my office. I silently groaned as I placed my latte on my desk before placing my purse and bag on the floor beside my chair.

“Mr. Miller, what can I do for you?” I asked him, as I removed my coat, placing it over the back of my chair.

Mr. Isaac Miller was a few years older than me. He took over for his father a few years ago when he decided to retire and spend his golden years traveling with his wife. He wasn’t a werewolf but his sister was mated to one, which is

uncommon. It helped him build his accounting firm. He was

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in the werewolf community because his sister was associated with the firm. And she was mated to a wolf. He also has some great forensic

looked at him. Whenever I hear those words, my mind automatically goes to a date. If I had a dollar for the number of times I’ve

asked him, suspiciously, and he let out a sigh. It’s too early for this and haven’t even

to investigate?” I remember that case drove me crazy for twenty–four full hours until I finally figured it out. The person who was stealing was good at hiding their tracks

Did something

me, his brother–in–law scented me when I met him and his mate at a work

told him firmly. I won’t go into packs. I’m a lone wolf and I don’t need that kind of drama. If I was from a lower bloodline, I would be considered a rogue but it’s not uncommon for

asking if it wasn’t important. Mr. Orion suspects more fraud is happening within his empire and has demanded I send the

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as–l sipped

Channing. I can’t just uproot our lives. He has school and hockey.” I

him to

I mean, Ryley,” he said, shaking his

my reason for keeping me and my son away from that life.” He sighed as he ran

clients. I need my

may be done soon but what about next year? It will be Channing’s last year, I want him to graduate with

just for the summer? And I’ll give you a bonus now and one

Isaac, Channing, and I need our own home. I won’t stay at their pack house. I will need my own office, and weekends and all the other days