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"Sir––”
I wave off my counsel. "I have something to do. Send me a report."
I get into the elevator, and as soon as the doors close behind me, I let out the breath I had been holding. She looked so different from the woman at the bar. The woman I met and took to my bed was confident, flirty, and naive. This woman is sharp but wary. Striding into my office, I stand by the glass wall to lookoutside. Just as I suspected, not five minutes later, Norman and his people exit.
Norman seems to be in a bad mood, and Cynthia is walking beside him. He's saying something to her, his movements exaggerated in his anger. That was what Norman always did. He liked to intimidate those smaller than him.
I watch the way she moves. From her body language, it's obvious she doesn't want to be around him.
They stop in front of a car, and she says something, and before I can react, Norman lifts his hand and slaps her. Hard.
She falls to the ground as I begin to snarl.
He grabs her by the neck, half strangling her and bashing her head against the car wheel.
My wolf roaring, I'm about to rush downstairs when two members of Norman's legal team intervene, pulling him off of her. Norman is shouting at her now while the men surround her protectively. But none of them look surprised by this treatment.
Fur sprouts along my neck as I begin to lose control of my wolf. They're helping her into the other car while one of them tries to talk to Norman.
It takes everything within to keep myself standing there.
Abuse.
Norman is abusing my fated mate, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Yet.
CHAPTER 4
Cynthia
"Why can't you do anything right?!"
I stand still as Jonathon yells at me. Norman is sitting on the couch in his father's office, smirking at me. There are two reports on the Alpha's desk, along with one resignation from one of the lawyers. The reason for the resignation is Norman's violent tendencies. Both reports state that Jonathon physically attacked me in front of Adam's building.
But Norman's father will always defend him to his last breath and instead, I was blamed for provoking his man-child of a son.
"I managed to convince them to negotiate," I try to speak only for Norman to drown out my voice.
"You mean I convinced them!"
I fall silent.
"See, Dad," Norman sprawls his arm over the back of the couch, "this stupid bitch is always taking credit for whatever I do."
The reports say different, but Jonathon glares at me. “You’re completely shameless, aren’t you?”
One can argue with a man who is willing to accept the truth, but Jonathon Moore is one of those men who can witness his youngest son kill a man and still call me the murderer.
"Get out, Norman," Jonathon suddenly says.
Norman looks taken aback. "What did I––"
"I need to talk to Cynthia alone."
Grumbling under his breath, Norman heads out of the office, leaving me alone with his father.
Once the door slams shut behind him, Jonathon gives me a cold look. "I gave you a responsibility."
