Chapter 39 – The Billionaire Alpha at Work*
The house was spotless.
By the time Raine made her way downstairs, the remnants of last night’s chaos had been erased. No empty bottles littering the tables, no scattered clothes on the floor, and no half-drunk werewolves sprawled across the furniture. The scent of alcohol and sweat still lingered faintly, but the house itself looked untouched, as if the reckless party had been nothing but a dream.
Ronan had left early, throwing Raine a teasing smirk as he grabbed his leather jacket and headed for the door.
“See you around, sweetheart,” he had said before walking out.
Raine wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Now, in the bright light of day, she found herself standing in the middle of the pristine living room, watching as Xavier prepared to leave.
And **damn**, he looked good.
Xavier Wolfe had the kind of presence that made people stop and stare. He didn’t have to try—he just existed in a way that demanded attention. His crisp white dress shirt clung to his powerful frame, the top buttons undone, exposing the smooth, chiseled lines of his chest. The fabric strained slightly around his broad shoulders, and when he rolled up the sleeves, the muscles in his forearms flexed effortlessly. He paired it with tailored black tuxedo trousers that hugged his frame just right, exuding a deadly combination of elegance and raw masculinity.
Raine swallowed hard.
Reed, standing beside him in a sharp navy-blue suit, smirked. “You two look like you saw a ghost.”
Ivy, still lounging on the couch, let out a low whistle. “More like a god.”
Xavier arched a brow. “You done?”
Ivy grinned. “Not even close.”
He sighed, fastening his watch. “Some of us have work to do.”
Ivy yawned. “Boring.”
Xavier ignored her and turned to Reed. “Let’s go.”
Reed winked at Raine before following Xavier out the door.
The **Wolfe Corporation** wasn’t just a company. It was an empire.
Xavier had built it from the ground up, dominating industries that catered to both human and supernatural clients. His portfolio ranged from high-end real estate and luxury security firms to underground investments that only the most powerful even knew existed.
The black **Rolls-Royce Phantom** glided smoothly through the city, pulling up in front of **Wolfe Industries Tower**—a gleaming skyscraper of steel and glass, towering over the city skyline like a monument to his power.
As soon as Xavier stepped out, the energy shifted.
Pedestrians stole glances. Employees straightened their postures. The entire building seemed to hold its breath in his presence.
A tall brunette in a tailored suit approached swiftly. **Isla Bennett**, his executive assistant—efficient, ruthless, and always three steps ahead.
“Mr. Wolfe,” she greeted, matching his pace as he entered the grand lobby. “Your 10 AM meeting is ready. The Singapore deal investors are waiting.”
Xavier nodded. “Updates?”
“They’re pushing for a 40% stake instead of 30%.”
Xavier scoffed. “They’re testing me.”
Reed smirked. “Want me to scare them a little?”
Xavier shook his head. “No. I’ll handle it.”
They stepped into the sleek, high-tech **executive elevator**, the glass walls giving a breathtaking view of the city below.
The **conference room** was a masterpiece of modern design—floor-to-ceiling windows, a massive glass table, and an atmosphere thick with tension.
The investors, all men in their fifties and sixties, were seated, their expensive suits and polished shoes doing little to mask the greed in their eyes.
Xavier strode in, commanding silence without saying a word.
He took his seat at the head of the table, reclining slightly, fingers drumming against the armrest.
“Gentlemen,” he said smoothly. “I hear there’s a problem.”
One of the older men cleared his throat. “Not a problem, Mr. Wolfe. Just… adjustments.”
Xavier arched a brow. “Adjustments?”
The man shifted. “We believe a 40% stake in the Singapore project is more suitable—”
“No.”
Silence.
Xavier leaned forward, his golden eyes gleaming dangerously. “30% was the agreement. You knew that when you signed on. Now, tell me why I should even entertain this conversation.”
The investors hesitated.
Reed smirked, watching them squirm.
Xavier’s presence was suffocating. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. The sheer **weight** of his power was enough.
Finally, the older man relented. “Of course, Mr. Wolfe. 30% it is.”
Xavier leaned back. “Good.”
The deal was sealed.
As the meeting wrapped up, Isla approached again, a tablet in her hands.
“Sir,” she said carefully. “You received a request from **Evernight Corporation**.”
Xavier’s jaw tightened.
Vivienne Evernight.
Raine’s stepmother.
His voice was low. “What does she want?”
“She’s requesting a meeting.”
Xavier exchanged a glance with Reed.
Vivienne Evernight never **requested** anything. She demanded.
Reed chuckled. “She’s up to something.”
Xavier’s expression darkened. “Obviously.”
Vivienne was one of the most powerful businesswomen in the country. Ruthless. Calculated. Dangerous.
And she had spent years tormenting Raine.
He wasn’t about to let that slide.
Back at Wolfe Tower – Dealing with More Than Business**
By **noon**, Xavier was back in his private office—an expansive, luxurious space with black marble floors, a massive desk made of dark oak, and a panoramic view of the city.
Reed sprawled lazily on the leather couch. “So, what’s the plan?”
Xavier poured himself a glass of whiskey. “We find out what Vivienne wants.”
“And then?”
Xavier took a slow sip, golden eyes sharp. “Then we remind her who she’s dealing with.”
There was a knock at the door.
Isla stepped in. “Sir, you have another guest.”
Xavier sighed. “Unless it’s a signed billion-dollar deal, I don’t have time.”
Isla hesitated. “It’s Lila Evernight**.”
Reed sat up. “Oh, this is getting fun.”
Xavier clenched his jaw.
First Vivienne. Now Celeste.
Whatever they wanted… it wasn’t going to be good.