The Wolf King CEO Is a Total Lovebrain

Chapter 1

I picked up an injured werewolf.

Whenever I had a spare moment, I loved curling up in his soft fur and falling asleep.

Later, once he’d healed enough to shift back into human form, he shot me a vicious look and warned me, “A werewolf only ever has one mate. I already have a wolf I like, and I’m never choosing you.”

Then he bolted.

I just stood there, stunned, not understanding a thing.

What was he even talking about?

I’d been raising him like a dog, what did any of this have to do with a mate.

Three months after I found him, he ran off again on a pitch-black, windy night.

Before he left, he put on that same fierce face and said, “A werewolf only ever has one mate. I already have a wolf I like, and I’m never choosing you. Get those filthy thoughts out of your head. I’m not going to like you.”

Then he ran, leaving me standing there again, completely confused.

What was he even talking about?

I’d been raising him like a dog, what did any of this have to do with a mate.

Finding a werewolf was pure accident.

At first I honestly thought he was a dog.

On the third day after I brought him home, I walked in and found him turned into a man.

He was stretched out on my couch like he owned the place, eating potato chips and watching TV.

When something funny came on, that big fluffy tail of his swished back and forth in pure joy.

In that moment, I must have mentally repeated every rule of civilized society I’d ever learned.

Later, with a look of total disdain, he gave me a crash course on werewolves, and that was how I learned he wasn’t some spooky legend. He was, according to him, a perfectly normal species that had simply evolved.

“So can you eat kibble or not,” I asked, rubbing and squeezing his ears.

“Stop, don’t do that,” he snapped, face going bright red as if he were steaming, and he took a step back.

Then he answered seriously, “I eat meat. I’m not eating dog food. And I’m not some lowly creature that wags its tail and begs humans for scraps.”

I didn’t know what to say.

He was kind of high maintenance.

The way he ran off made no sense at all.

I thought about it for a long time and still couldn’t figure out what he was doing, so I finally let it go.

Life stayed quiet after that.

Then two weeks later, a business partner asked me to meet at a café to talk through a project, and I brought my laptop.

While we were chatting, I happened to look up and saw him.

In human form he was tall and solid, dressed in a sharp suit, eyes cool and distant. He leaned on the railing and looked down at the crowd below with obvious impatience.

“Ms. Parker, do you know Mr. Blackwood,” my partner asked, noticing where I was looking, excitement all over his face.

“Mr. Blackwood is one of the major shareholders of Aurora Semiconductor. I booked this place because I know he comes here a lot. Could you introduce me to him.”

I froze for a second, then realized he meant the werewolf.

I shook my head.

“No. I don’t know him. I just thought he was really good-looking, sorry.”

My partner let out a sigh, disappointment written all over him, and after that his attitude toward me cooled noticeably.

I didn’t pay it much mind. I finished my pitch, stood up to settle the bill, and then I saw him tilt his head, talking to a woman who looked sleek and perfectly put together.

They were standing so close their bodies almost blended, like a man had a woman tucked into his arms.

[More like they were kissing.]

I looked away without much of a reaction.

On the way home, I passed a pet clinic and saw a big dog in the display window.

A yellow Labrador.

I put my hand against the glass, and he lifted his eyes right then, grinned at me, and raised a paw, pressing it to my palm through the window.

That was the moment I decided.

I was taking him home.

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