Page 31 of Mated To My Boss

I grip the edge of the table, digging my fingers into the wood and trying to keep my smile.

The client munches away, completely oblivious to everything around him. I attempt to keep my anger in check, but seeing someone so close to my mate awakens a feral part of me.

Thankfully, everything draws to an end and I wait for the client to leave before going to Madeline. “Who was that guy?” I ask.

"Just someone who approached me while I was waiting for our food," she says simply. "Nothing to worry about."

"I wasn't worried," I respond quickly.

She meets my eyes with a thoughtful look. "That's good to hear," she says, her voice neutral but her eyes searching mine briefly before she turns to leave.This is going to be a nightmare, isn't it?

I haven't heard from Grant in a while, so the sudden text from him makes me sit up. Madeline notices it but continues sorting through the case files with remarkable efficiency.

Her speed is impressive, maybe even faster than mine, though I would never openly admit it.

I guess it's nice to have some help,I think to myself, watching her organize the documents into a system that somehow makes more sense than my own.I guess it's nice to have some help.

The text from the alpha is just to check in, so I give him a quick progress report, including the fact that Cora isn't feeling well. Surprisingly, Grant replies just as quickly, expressing sympathy before asking how Madeline is settling in.

This is my chance.I ask Grant about what happened with the old pack. Henry hadn’t been much help regarding information, except for mentioning that hunters were involved.

Still, it's surprising that we didn't hear about that altercation sooner. For all I know, the alpha could be unaware as well.

Grant takes a little longer to respond this time, but when an answer comes through, it's not one I'm pleased with.He wants me to ask her myself.I close my eyes and sigh.

These games wouldn't exist if he just told me what was up. My eyes drift to Madeline who's still hard at work. I clear my throat to draw attention.

“I want to ask you something.”

“If it's about the Denver drafts, I sorted them yesterday.”

“No, it's about—wait, what? How did you do it so quickly?”

She shrugs casually. “I have a system.”

“Maybe you should teach your system to the entire office. These other interns could definitely use it.”

She laughs at this. “What did you want to ask me?”

"What happened with your former pack that made you leave?" I question. "I know you left and it wasn't just because you wanted to find me. What was the issue with the hunters?"

Madeline looks down thoughtfully before meeting my eyes. "It's complicated, and not something I like to revisit." She pauses, clearly weighing how much to share. "But you deserve to know, especially with what's happening now. The hunters who attacked us weren't just random. They seemed organized, targeted. I've been watching for signs of them ever since I arrived."

Her calm analysis surprises me. This isn't the impulsive girl I once knew; this is someone who thinks strategically, who protects herself and those she cares about.

“Madeline, hunters are no joke.”

“Yeah, but I'm good. Nothing happened.”

It's clear she's become a brick wall, so I ease up on my interrogation and move on to something else. “Okay. How's Cora doing?”

“She's better,” Madeline responds. “I think she misses the office. It's so weird to see her not working and actually resting.”

“I've never seen that before in my life. Your aunt is a pillar here.”

“She definitely is. Too bad I won't spend much time with her once summer is over.”

The reminder sends an arrow straight through my heart. The fact that Madeline said this so casually too is very concerning. It's hard to accept that our time together has a deadline.

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