Page 11 of Forsaken Desire (Ruthless Wolves #1)

“ H eterosexual females, Alpha ?” Bruno repeated, confusion lacing his voice. I quickened my stride to the elevator and pressed the button to take me to the top floor, where my office was located.

I growled. Did I fucking stutter?

“Uh, got it.” There were sounds of clicking in the background.

“And to confirm, you want them watching every single move of one Josephine Garcia?” He paused, and it allowed more clicking to invade my ear. “And any negative interactions she has with others, if there are other males around her, or if Ms. Cierra Goode speaks with her, correct?”

“Yes.” I worked to make my voice level.

“Done, sir, I’ll find the staffing and have them report anything of concern to you via text.”

“Bruno,” I started. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the years I’d spent separated from her, believing she was dead. “That girl I sent you and Duane on a search for, do you remember?”

Silence and then an exhale.

“Yes, I remember.” He’d been the one to deliver the news to me. I didn’t doubt he’d correlated my spiral to the girl that died.

“You’re certain you believed she died?”

“Yes, one hundred percent, the car went up in flames. Do you want me to send you the report again?”

“No,” I murmured. I’d been combing through it repeatedly.

Trying to find any hole in it, but there was nothing.

The charred body was in the driver’s seat; the same one I believed was hers.

The only conclusion I could come to was that she’d been in the car with someone else.

When I reviewed the footage from years ago, the only piece of footage I could find was her walking into the hotel with a man that looked like the male version of her.

It must have been his remains in the car, while she’d survived, but without her memory.

Where had she been this entire time? The question was insistent, but if I pried, that opened her up to knowing this wasn’t the first I’d met her.

“Alpha, is she?—”

The elevator came to a jarring halt.

“Get the elevators fixed,” I snapped and pressed the side button to end the call. My derby’s clicked on the marble floors leading to my office. I passed the printer room and entered through the glass door. The rest of the wall rattled as it closed behind me.

I dropped onto my chair and navigated to the store link.

With my other hand, I dialed Alex.

“Yes, boss?” he sounded cautious.

“Order everything in the link I’m sending you. Have it delivered to the address attached and get someone to set everything up.”

“Wh—” I growled, and Alex shut the fuck up. Good. I didn’t need his input, but he was the only one I trusted a little, and even with him, I was struggling to maintain my composure. “Keep this to yourself,” I added and hung up.

I scrolled through the items once more. My mate deserved the best the world had to offer. I would sell my soul to provide it for her. I would show her that she meant everything to me.

That sweet female working downstairs in my hotel drove me to distraction. She shouldn’t be working. She should be relaxing at the spa, or getting her nails done. I didn’t know what. I just fucking knew that I would care for her.

Taking it slowly was the last thing I wanted to do, but the female shied away too fast. I would follow her lead, but there was no getting out of this for her. I just couldn’t make it too obvious.

Once I finished with the most important task on my list, I flipped open the folder with the documents I had to sign-off on. I’d fallen behind already, but I wouldn’t change it. My mate came first.

I’d learned my lesson with putting my selfish desires first. My email dinged, and I navigated to the tab. My finance guy informing me about the new pool renovations.

My phone rang, and I ignored it. Cierra hadn’t fucking stopped calling me even after I continued sending her to voicemail.

I had no time for her bullshit.