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All Winter Cross wanted was to escape the suffocating grip of her adoptive family — the largest and most powerful werewolf bloodline in existence. Tired of their rules, their violence, and the darkness that came with their world, she longed for freedom. So, she made a choice: to carve out a new life for herself far away from werewolf politics and power plays, and accept a quiet, stable job at Riggs Corporation.

Just when she thought she had finally escaped the shadows of the werewolf life she so bitterly despised — a life she wanted no part in — fate intervened in the most unexpected form: her boss. Charming, enigmatic, and impossibly magnetic, he made her heart race in ways she couldn’t explain. Against every wall she had built, she fell for him — hard, deeply, and helplessly.

What she didn’t know was that the man who stirred her every emotion and invaded her thoughts was hiding a devastating secret — he was the very Rogue her adoptive father had spent years hunting, the one threat that kept him awake at night. Her father’s worst nightmare… and her heart’s desire.

Now, torn between love and blood, secrets and loyalty, how would he keep the truth from her — and when it finally came out, how would Winter bear the unbearable truth? That the man she had fallen madly in love with — the one who was equally, desperately obsessed with her — was not only a werewolf, but the enemy she had spent her whole life taught to hate?

My Charming Boss is a Rogue Alpha

"Having a beautiful woman accompany you as a businessman is a plus one, because it'll most likely get you partnerships and deals."

He leaned back as the jet prepared to take off.

"I'm not expecting much, but I'd appreciate it if you gave your best in trying to secure me the best deals."

She adjusted against the hold of the seat belt. "My best, like? Smiling and blinking like a doll?"

He threw his gaze at her again. "You don't need to smile to look beautiful. Just do what you can and leave the rest."

"So, am I really the only man to tell you that you're beautiful?"

She smiled and threw her gaze at him. "Don't be ridiculous. I've been told that all my life."

"You did seem taken aback when I said it earlier."

"That's because you are the first man to have zero intention with saying it."

She had never been so open to a stranger, but Darren somehow had that effect—and she just felt safe spilling to him.

"All the men in my life have either told me that to take advantage of me or to use me."

He watched her. "Do you have any traumatic experience?"

"Many..." Winter trailed off, her eyes fixed on her jeans. "And sometimes I think my beauty is more of a curse to me than a blessing. If I hadn't been beautiful—like people said—maybe I'd have avoided all those experiences, including the ones born from envy and jealousy."

She looked up at him. Their gaze meeting had her heart skipping. His blue eyes were so distracting and beautiful, and the long lashes caging them...

"Those traumatic experiences are not your fault. They are not because of your appearance, but more because of the people you were surrounded with."

Winter nodded, fighting back the tears. First she spilled her traumatic experiences to him, now she was crying? Just great.

"It's just unfortunate the world is corrupted with vile people—and you are not one of them."

Winter studied Darren, who had his gaze ahead. Beautiful side profile, gorgeous lips, long lashes framing the most beautiful shade of blue eyes she had ever laid eyes on. Dark blonde hair slicked back neatly—and on top of all these, he was a gentleman. A dreamy man. The man of her dreams. Or, as Tessa had put it...

Her gaze slanted to the wedding band of silver on his middle finger. She swallowed. Was he really married?

Her lips parted, ready to ask him the question, but he suddenly loosened his seat belt and got on his feet.

"You must be hungry. Let's go and eat," he said, walking up the stairs that led to another sector.

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