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I don’t write "happily ever afters." I write about the blood, the sweat, and the absolute chaos it takes to get there. If you’re looking for soft Alphas and polite Omegas, you’re in the wrong place. My world is built on fated mates who break their own hearts, ruthless men who would burn a city down to keep what’s theirs, and women who find their power in the ashes of a brutal rejection. I don’t just write stories—I write the kind of obsession that keeps you awake at 3:00 AM, screaming at your screen and begging for the next chapter. Join the Moon Pack: FOLLOW for the exclusive updates you won't see coming. ADD my books to your library if you like your romance with a heavy dose of dark tension and zero apologies. COMMENT your theories—I read everything. I love seeing you suffer through the cliffhangers as much as I love writing them. Step into the moonlight. Let’s see who survives the night.

ABOUT ME

I don’t write "happily ever afters." I write about the blood, the sweat, and the absolute chaos it takes to get there. If you’re looking for soft Alphas and polite Omegas, you’re in the wrong place. My world is built on fated mates who break their own hearts, ruthless men who would burn a city down to keep what’s theirs, and women who find their power in the ashes of a brutal rejection. I don’t just write stories—I write the kind of obsession that keeps you awake at 3:00 AM, screaming at your screen and begging for the next chapter. Join the Moon Pack: FOLLOW for the exclusive updates you won't see coming. ADD my books to your library if you like your romance with a heavy dose of dark tension and zero apologies. COMMENT your theories—I read everything. I love seeing you suffer through the cliffhangers as much as I love writing them. Step into the moonlight. Let’s see who survives the night.
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STORY BY James Moon

The Alpha's Secretary Mate

The Alpha's Secretary Mate

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"A year of silence, Elena. Did you really think I didn't smell your pulse jumping every time I walked past your desk? I’ve been starving for you for three hundred and sixty-five days."Elena Reyes is the perfect secretary. She’s efficient, invisible, and silent. For a year, she has survived the "Ice King" of New York, Silas Vane, by hiding her sharp wit and her curves behind oversized blazers. She thought she was safe. She thought he was just a man who cared more about spreadsheets than souls.She was wrong.Silas Vane isn't just a billionaire; he’s a predator. An Alpha who has been hunting Elena from across the office, waiting for the one moment her human mask would slip.That moment arrives with a single drop of blood.One sharp paper cut on a million-dollar report is all it takes. The metallic scent shatters Silas’s control, revealing the golden-eyed beast hiding beneath the four-thousand-dollar suit. In a heartbeat, the office doors are deadlocked, the lights are killed, and the "Ice King" is gone.Silas doesn't want her files anymore. He wants her soul, her body, and her submission. He claims she is his Lunar Anchor—the only woman capable of grounding his primal rage. But Elena doesn't bow to "Alphas," and she definitely doesn't follow orders—even when they’re growled against her skin.Trapped in a world of lethal pack wars and ancient blood-bonds, Elena has to decide: Is she Silas’s salvation, or is she the only thing capable of destroying him?"Lock the doors, Elena. You aren't leaving until you realize that you don't just work for me... you belong to me.”Don't forget to add it to your Library and follow for more!💖

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