“Nice to meet you. My associate was in your debt yesterday.”He remained standing without moving. To take the business card he offered, I had no choice but to step forward. Almost instinctively, I heard the door click shut behind me. Suddenly it felt hard to breathe. It was because of that subtle scent that had been lingering in the air all along. I hesitated for a moment before accepting the card, and then he spoke.“I’m Nathaniel Miller.”I already knew who he was.I stared so intently at the card’s lettering that I swallowed dryly.Head of the massive Miller Law Firm.The devil of the legal world.A merciless demon who’d trade even his soul to win.And an Extreme Alpha.In that instant, I realized the mysterious fragrance drifting through the room all this time was his ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) pheromones.Piece by PieceI said nothing, just stared at the card. It took me a moment to summon the nerve to lift my gaze and meet his eyes. I wanted a deep breath, but I refused to let his scent fill my lungs more than necessary.So this is what an Extreme Alpha is like.For the first time, I felt the power I’d only heard about in stories. Pheromones so strong they rattled a Beta like me. If I were an Omega, I shuddered to imagine what would happen.I drew in the shallowest breath I could and slowly raised my head. He’d waited that long without saying a word.When our eyes finally locked, I stopped breathing altogether. He looked down at me.“What are you doing alone in an unoccupied office?”Thank God.I truly felt relief. My voice flowed exactly as it always did—calm, smooth. As I reclaimed my composure, I caught the faint curve of his eyes. He was smiling. His blood-red lips parted, and after a beat, his voice came.“Excuse me… I thought you’d be here soon.”Every time I heard it, some part of me tingled. I fought the urge to scratch my spine and gripped the card so hard my knuckles whitened. His presence by my desk made me uneasy—specifically near the drawer where the half-used box of condoms sat.“What did you want? With me.”When I added the last words deliberately, he sighed softly, his tone lazy.“I dropped by on my way. I was curious.”“About what? Me?”I frowned without realizing it. I couldn’t help but feel hostile. I’d told myself to stay objective, but this man kept unsettling me. He tapped the desk idly with his fingertip. I half-expected him to open the drawer and find the condoms. Even though I knew he wouldn’t.He could reach them in a few steps. A few seconds of silence felt like torture.Damn it—why did I leave condoms in the office?My inner voice answered instantly.So I can have sex anytime.Thoughts continued to drift at will.When was the last time I did it in the office?With Doug, right there, before the grand jury.That’s why he’s here—because I refused to negotiate.…Damn it!At last, I reached an unavoidable conclusion.If he’d just step away from that drawer, I’d sell my soul to the devil himself. While praying that this devil didn’t know the one I already knew.The clock on the wall hadn’t even ticked a minute. As if disregarding my internal turmoil, he simply held me with his intense violet gaze.“I heard you declined the deal. The Prosecutor General seemed troubled.”Anyone else casually naming the P.G. might sound like flaunting familiarity. But his tone and expression were far from intimate—more like talking about the sunrise as if it were nothing special.“It’s my job to propose deals. Not the defense’s.”I repeated what I’d said yesterday. He smiled, as if he’d expected my answer.“So, what’s your offer?”“You’ve already heard it, I believe. From the P.G.”When I added that on purpose, he replied,“You’ve already heard it—his answer.”He was undeniably a born lawyer if he could irritate someone so easily. More and more, I wanted to get him out of my office. And please, away from that drawer.“Then you know there’s no deal. Please leave—I have work.”I deliberately stepped back to give him space. He didn’t budge, only watched me.“Aren’t you worried about wasting your budget?”“Can you put a human life on a ledger?”He twisted one side of his mouth into a short laugh.A sneer, really.“They’re already dead. Better not to waste on the worthless.”He stated it so simply. Even if the victim were alive, I doubted he’d see much difference. My anger at Nathaniel Miller and my anxiety over that drawer split my nerves in two, giving me a headache. And that damned pheromone scent only made it worse.“Value is subjective. If you intend to stay, set an appointment. I have far more important work—preparing to put your client behind bars.”He said nothing, only stared as though he could read my mind. My heart pounded, and I forced a composed glare back at him.I worried he’d stall again with more needless talk, but it was unfounded. Without a word, he stepped away. The moment he moved away from that drawer, I silently thanked myself for saving my soul. But it was a hasty relief.Distracted by my divided focus, I let my guard down. As he passed by, I unconsciously inhaled.All the shallow breaths I’d been taking flooded my lungs at once. My vision blurred, and a dizzying thrill stabbed behind my eyes. At the same time, he stopped. He raised a hand. I could only stare, stunned. He tilted his head. He drew closer. I thought he was going to kiss me. If he did—if he did—I would…“Excuse me.”

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