Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 7

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The weight of the man’s Alpha presence pressed down on the cramped elevator like a thick, suffocating fog, making Georgia’s skin prickle with discomfort and unease. It was a force she could feel deep in her bones–commanding. dominant, impossible to ignore.

Her eyes flicked toward him, and the man caught the glance instantly. Without hesitation, he deepened the kiss he shared with the woman cradled in his arms, his lips pressing with more hunger and intensity. His golden eyes shimmered with at brilliance that outshone even the faintest stars, gleaming with a teasing amusement as they settled on Georgia. The spark in his gaze was playful but potent, daring her to meet it.

Flushing with sudden shyness, Georgia dropped her gaze quickly. She stepped forward with careful deliberation, turning to exit the elevator.

“Wait!” The command came sharply from behind her, cutting through the hum of the elevator’s mechanics. The man’s voice was low and steady, laced with an unmistakable authority

Georgia hesitated, reluctant to cause trouble–especially not for such a powerful Alpha and his human companion. She had no inkling why the werewolf was here or what he wanted. Her mind raced, searching for a way to smooth things over.

After a brief moment of thought, she offered a slight bow in deference.

“Please forgive me, sir,” she said, her voice rough and a little hoarse from long hours of work. “I’m just a cleaner here. I was on my way to the private rooms for cleaning. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She hoped her apology would be enough

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The man studied her with a curious tilt of his head, as if weighing the truth behind her words.

“A cleaner? Someone so young?” he mused aloud, golden eyes narrowing with interest.

Georgia simply nodded, choosing silence over words.

She wasn’t worried about him sensing her wolf nature–after all, she’d worked at the Vetro Club long enough for Charlotte

to overlook her true nature.

The man gave her an appraising look before he finally said, “Which floor are you heading to? Come in.”

Georgia blinked in surprise at the invitation. Something about his tone was odd, and she hesitated for a heartbeat, weighing her options, before stepping back into the elevator. She pressed the button for the desired floor.

The woman in the man’s arms shifted slightly, and Georgia caught a clear view of her face. It was Yvette Clark, one of the club’s well–known call girls–though “Yvette Clark” was almost certainly an alias.

Yvette was familiar with Georgia, but there was no rivalry between them. Yvette was tall, curvaceous, and confident–a far cry from Georgia’s quiet, unassuming presence. Yvette never considered her a threat.

Just as the elevator doors began to slide shut, the man abruptly pressed the open button again.

Turning to Yvette, he said, “You don’t need to come with me. Go on ahead.”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Yvette’s face, but she wasn’t offended. Instead, she pouted with a playful edge and teased, “Mr. Foster, I want to go with you. We had such a good time. Why send me away now?”

Before she could finish, Mr. Foster pulled out a sleek black bank card from his wallet and smiled. “Go shopping. Spend whatever you want. Just sign my name.”

Yvette’s expression instantly brightened, surprise blooming into delight. She snatched the card and hurried from the

elevator.

Georgia stepped back, silent, watching the entire exchange unfold. She noticed the unmistakable glint of mockery in the man’s eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze snapped back to her, warm and challenging.

Leaning in, he whispered into her ear, voice low and conspiratorial, “Call me Dominic. Is there anyone at Vetro Club who doesn’t want money? Don’t deny it. If you’re willing to play Yvette’s part, you can have my money too.”

His eyes narrowed as a new thought struck him. “You didn’t scream because I was holding you, did you?”

A sudden flush crept up Georgia’s cheeks, rare and unmistakable. Usually calm and composed, she was caught off guard by her own reaction.

Dominic laughed–a strange, almost teasing sound–and his gaze drifted to the tips of her ears, which had turned a vivid shade of red. He held her tighter, as if delighting in a private joke.

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