I forced a breath into my lungs, steadying the sudden storm rising inside me.

“Yes,” I answered, keeping my voice deliberately vague. “I used to work under his company… as a jewelry designer.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

Then Ethan’s voice came back, filled with unmistakable surprise. “Wait, really?”

“Yes,” I said simply.

Another pause, longer this time, heavier. I could almost hear the gears in his mind turning.

“You’re telling me,” he continued slowly, “that you worked for Collins Fine Jewelry… one of the most popular luxury brands in Forks… a billion-dollar company that’s been dominating the industry for years… and you never mentioned it?”

I gave a small, humorless smile, even though he couldn’t see me.

“There were a lot of things I never mentioned, Ethan.”

He let out a quiet breath, still clearly trying to process it. “That’s… unbelievable. And now I’m working with someone who used to design for them?” He let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “No wonder your work is on another level. I already knew you were good, Billie but this explains everything.”

I leaned lightly against the wall beside Travis’s door, my eyes drifting back to my sleeping son.

“I wasn’t just ‘good,’” I said calmly. “I was one of their best.”

“I believe that,” he said instantly, without hesitation.

And somehow… that simple trust in his voice made something in my chest ache.

Ethan let out a low whistle. “You’ve been hiding all of this from me?”

“I wasn’t hiding,” I said quietly. “I was… starting over.”

Silence settled between us again but this time it was different. Not curiosity but respect.

Then, gently, he asked the question I had been expecting.

“If that’s the case… why did you leave Collins Fine Jewelry?”

My fingers tightened slightly around the phone.

Here it was.

The line I had rehearsed in my mind for years.

“I got pregnant,” I said.

No hesitation. No emotion.

Just the truth… simplified.

Ethan didn’t speak immediately.

When he did, his voice was quieter. Careful.

“And… they didn’t allow that?”

I let out a faint breath. “Pregnancy was… prohibited for designers under contract. At least, for someone in my position.”

“That’s insane,” he muttered, clearly disapproving.

“I chose to leave,” I continued. “I moved to New York City. Started over. Raised my son. Built something new for myself.”

“And became even more successful,” he added softly.

I didn’t respond to that.

Because success… had never come without a price.

After a moment, he asked again, more thoughtfully this time, “Then why were you working there secretly? If you were that talented, why didn’t they put you in the spotlight?”

A small, almost nostalgic smile touched my lips.

“That part,” I admitted, “was my choice.”

“Your choice?”

“Yes,” I said. “Back then… I wasn’t like I am now. I hated cameras. I couldn’t stand speaking in front of people. I avoided attention as much as possible.”

I paused, glancing again at Travis.

“I was… weak.”

Ethan immediately spoke, firm but gentle. “No. You weren’t weak.”

“I was,” I insisted quietly. “But I grew. I stepped out of that comfort zone. I had to.”

My voice softened.

“Because I became a mother.”

The word lingered in the air between us.

“And now?” he asked.

“Now I’m not just a woman hiding behind designs,” I said. “I’m someone who wants to be known. Someone who wants to stand on her own name. Not in the shadows anymore.”

There was a long silence after that.

Then Ethan exhaled slowly.

“Billie…” he said, his tone filled with something deeper now—something warmer. “That’s… incredible. Everything you’ve been through… everything you’ve built… it’s honestly amazing.”

“Besides, you also played a big role in Winston Watch Company,” he added “You helped close major deals, brought in investors, designed pieces that sold hundreds of thousands in the market.”

I closed my eyes briefly.

“Thank you for your appreciation, Ethan"

“I mean it. You’re strong. Stronger than most people I know.” He said, smiling.

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Because if he knew everything…

If he knew the truth about Travis…

About his father…

Would he still say that?

Or would he look at me differently?

“Anyway,” he said after a moment, his tone lightening again, “this meeting with Evan Collins… it could be huge. Fifty billion, Billie. That’s not just expansion, that’s empire-level.”

My chest tightened at the mention of his name.

Empire.

That was exactly what Evan had always wanted.

“And we’ll be ready,” I said, forcing steadiness into my voice.

“Of course we will,” Ethan replied confidently. “With you on my team? There’s nothing we can’t handle.”

I gave a small smile. If only he knew.

“Get some rest,” he added gently. “Big days ahead.”

“You too, Ethan.”

“Goodnight, Billie.”

“Goodnight.”

The call ended.

And just like that…

The silence returned.

I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the dark screen as my reflection faintly stared back at me.

Then I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside my chest.

Because the truth was I wasn’t afraid for myself. I was afraid for my child.

My gaze drifted back to Travis, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the world that threatened to reach him.

“I won’t let him find out,” I whispered under my breath.

I stepped fully into the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“He can’t know…”

My fingers trembled slightly as I brushed them through my hair.

“Never.”

Because how do you tell a child that his father is not human?

That the man who was supposed to love him…

Was a werewolf?

A bitter memory surged forward without warning.

“That man…” I whispered, my voice tightening. “He lost the right to be part of our lives the moment he chose to leave.”

But even as I said it…

Fear crept in. Because fate had a cruel way of circling back.

And now Evan Collins was coming.

Not just as a memory, not just as a past I buried. But as a man walking straight into my present.

Into my world. Into my son’s life.

I looked at Travis again, my expression softening instantly.

“No matter what happens,” I whispered, kneeling beside his bed, “I will protect you.”

My hand rested gently over his small one.

“Even if it means facing him again.”

The next morning, I woke up with a heaviness still lingering in my chest. For a moment, I stayed still in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting the silence settle around me. But reality did not wait. It never did.

I pushed myself up, took a quick shower, and dressed in a professional outfit, something clean, sharp, and composed. If today was the beginning of a storm, I would meet it standing.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of breakfast greeted me. Maria was already there, moving efficiently as always.

“Good morning, ma’am,” she said warmly. “Would you like coffee?”

I gave her a small smile. “I’ll make it myself, Maria.”

She nodded and returned to cooking.

As I stood there, pouring hot water into the cup, I took a slow, deep breath. Fifty billion dollars. The number echoed in my mind like a warning bell.

Evan Collins.

Why now? Why Ethan’s company?

My fingers tightened slightly around the mug. I was sure Evan knew I was the designer of Ethan’s company. And he never did anything without a reason. Every move he made was calculated, precise, dangerous. So what was this? A business decision? Or something far more personal?

“Ma’am, breakfast is ready,” Maria said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll just have coffee,” I replied. “You can eat first. And when Travis wakes up, make him something warm.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

I nodded and headed back to my room.

But the questions followed me. If I accepted this investment, it would change everything for Winston Watch Company. For Ethan.

Ethan wasn’t just my business partner. He was someone who stood by me when I had nothing. He was my best friend’s brother, who gave me the chance to prove myself as a designer, a chance to live my life again and step out of my comfort zone. Someone who never asked questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Someone who trusted me without conditions. That kind of loyalty wasn’t something you walked away from. Which is why this decision wasn’t simple. But neither was I the same woman I used to be.

“I’ve already moved on,” I murmured to myself, adjusting my blazer in front of the mirror.

My reflection stared back, calm “That man doesn’t have power over me anymore. This is just business.”

And maybe this was my chance to show him exactly who I had become. Not the quiet designer hiding behind sketches. Not the woman he left behind. But someone stronger. Someone untouchable. Someone he could never break again.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Ma’am,” Maria called softly. “Travis is awake.”

The tension in my chest eased instantly.

“I’m coming.”

I stepped out and walked toward my son’s room.

The moment I entered, everything else faded. Travis sat on the bed, his hair messy, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Mommy,” he mumbled.

And just like that, my world softened. I walked over and sat beside him, brushing his hair gently.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Are you going to work?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I said softly. “But I’ll be back early today.”

He nodded, then reached for my hand. I pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Eat your breakfast, okay? Be good for Maria.”

“I will, Mommy.”

I stood up, forcing a smile before turning away.

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The drive to the office was quieter than usual, though the city was already alive with its usual rhythm. Cars moved in steady lines, people crossed sidewalks with purpose, and somewhere in the distance, life continued as if nothing had changed.

I kept one hand steady on the wheel while the other rested lightly against my lap, my posture relaxed, my expression composed. Anyone who saw me would think this was just another ordinary morning. And that was exactly how I intended it to be. Because panic never solved anything. Preparation did.

By the time I arrived at Winston Watch Company, my mind was no longer clouded with questions. It was organized, precise, already mapping out possibilities, outcomes, and risks.

As I stepped out of the car, the cool air brushed against my skin, grounding me further. The building stood tall in front of me, glass reflecting the early light of the morning, a symbol of everything I had built from nothing. Everything Ethan had trusted me to protect.

Inside, the familiar hum of work greeted me. Employees moved with quiet efficiency, some greeting me with respectful nods as I passed. I acknowledged them with a calm smile, neither distant nor overly warm, just enough to remind them I was present, aware, and in control.

“Good morning, Ms. Jones,” the receptionist greeted.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice steady.

I walked straight to my office, closing the door gently behind me before placing my bag on the desk. For a moment, I stood in silence, letting the stillness settle. Then I moved and turned on my tablet, pulling up the files related to the investment and reviewing everything again—not because I hadn’t already memorized the details, but because details were where power lived.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened, and Ethan stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the room with a kind of ease I rarely allowed myself to feel.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he said, almost stumbling over his words. “Evan Collins arrived at the airport with his private plane. He’s coming to see us.”

I froze, my coffee cup halfway to my lips. “Wait… what?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of shock and disbelief.

Ethan shook his head, as if trying to process it himself. “I can’t believe it either. A man like him, the multi-billionaire CEO, is the one making the effort to come to us. Normally, it’s us going to Forks, Washington. It’s the standard courtesy for a deal this big.”

I set my cup down, my mind racing. “But… he just came? That easily?”

Ethan nodded slowly, his eyes wide. “Exactly. That’s what’s blowing my mind. It’s almost too easy. I was surprised.”

I felt my stomach twist with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I was flattered; anyone would be surprised by such a gesture. On the other, a part of me shivered at the implications. “So… he’s desperate, then?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

Ethan said carefully, “Maybe he just sees something in Winston Watch Company he can’t risk missing. Either way, it’s a big deal. We are very lucky, Billie.”

I leaned back in my chair, processing the news. I hadn’t expected to see Evan again, not this soon, and certainly not under these circumstances. My heart beat faster, a strange mix of anticipation and nerves.

“Wow,” I finally whispered. “I… I can’t believe it.”

Ethan grinned, clearly enjoying my reaction. “I know. Neither can I. But get ready, Billie.”

I gave a small, confident nod, sliding the folder of notes across my desk as I stood. “Always ready,” I said, my voice calm, even light. Inside, a million thoughts raced, but my posture and expression were flawless. Composure was necessary.

I took a deliberate moment to smooth my blazer, adjust my hair, and straighten my shoulders. My reflection in the glass of the office window showed a woman in control, poised, collected. The kind of woman who could walk into a room full of power brokers and not flinch.

Ethan stepped back slightly, giving me space. “You’ve got this,” he said quietly. I just nodded again, giving him a polite smile that said thanks, but I’m fine. He did not need to see the storm under the surface; he never did.

With measured steps, I headed toward the conference room. Each stride was deliberate, each movement precise. I reviewed the pitch silently in my mind, the numbers and figures I knew by heart. Every detail was already locked into place. I just had to deliver it with the same unshakable confidence I had projected countless times before.

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The conference room was already quiet when I entered, the board members seated and waiting. Their attention shifted to me briefly, but I didn’t linger on it. I took my seat, placing the documents neatly in front of me as I allowed myself one slow, steady breath. I kept my posture relaxed yet composed, my gaze occasionally drifting to the presentation screen as I reviewed the final details in my mind. This was just another meeting, another negotiation that required focus, precision, and clarity. Nothing more.

Then the door opened and I saw him. Evan Collins stepped inside with the same commanding presence I remembered, his expression calm, his movements unhurried. A strong, defined jawline framed his face, giving him that unshakable, controlled look he had always carried. His cheekbones were sharp, adding a quiet intensity to his expression. His eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on me.

“Billie,” he said, his voice steady, carrying just enough to draw the room’s attention.

I met his gaze without hesitation, every trace of emotion carefully locked behind a calm exterior.

“Mr. Collins, I'm glad to see you again” I replied, my tone even and professional, “Welcome to Winston Watch Company.”

BILLIE’S POV

Evan looked at me and smiled slightly. I met his eyes without flinching. I was determined to stay perfectly composed in front of him.

“Thank you, Ms. Jones,” he said smoothly. “It’s a pleasure to be here.”

The board members rose one by one to greet him with the respect men like Evan Collins naturally commanded. Hands were shaken, names exchanged, and polite introductions filled the room.

I stayed seated long enough to steady myself, then stood and gathered the documents in front of me. Business. That was all this was.

Ethan stepped forward with an easy smile. “Mr. Collins, welcome to Winston Watch Company. I’m Ethan Winston, the CEO of this company.”

Evan accepted his handshake. “I know who you are, Mr. Winston. You’ve built something impressive here.”

Ethan let out a short laugh. “That means a lot coming from you.”

“I don't flatter people,” Evan replied, holding his gaze. “It’s simply the truth.”

I watched them carefully. Evan had always known how to make people feel important without giving away too much of himself. It was part of what made him dangerous. He could walk into any room, say very little, and still make it feel as though the conversation belonged to him.

“Please, have a seat,” Ethan said, gesturing toward the chair across from mine.

Of course that was where Evan chose to sit.

I lowered myself back into my chair and arranged my notes in front of me, though I no longer needed them. I had memorized every number, projection, and discussion point before leaving home this morning. What I had not prepared for was Evan Collins showing up in person.

As I stared down at the folders, a sudden, suffocating weight pressed down on my chest. For six long years, I really believed I was healed. I built a new life after he left, convincing myself that the old memories and the tears I used to cry in my quiet apartment belonged to a girl who no longer existed.

But seeing him sitting directly across from me ruined that belief in one second.

The walls I spent years building around my heart completely fell apart. Looking at his sharp jaw and familiar dark eyes dragged the old pain right back to the surface. It was not a dull ache. It was the exact, blinding pain of the night he threw me away, making it feel like no time had passed at all.

The strange feeling of our broken bond burned in my veins again, reminding me exactly how it felt to be treated like I wasn't good enough just because I was human. The rejection felt bitter in my throat. I wanted to hate him, but the deep wound in my chest proved he could still hurt me. I was trapped with the man who broke my heart, and my body felt like he was cutting me all over again.

I tightened my jaw and pressed my fingers flat against the cool wood table. I would not let myself shake. I was a professional, and I would do my job perfectly, even if I was breaking down inside.

Ethan cleared his throat. “Thank you, everyone, for making time on short notice. As you all know, Collins Group has expressed serious interest in investing in Winston Watch Company. This meeting is to discuss the proposal, our expansion plans, and how both parties may move forward if the terms are agreeable.”

A few board members nodded. One opened a folder while another reached for a pen.

Across from me, Evan sat with one hand resting on the arm of his chair, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.

Only I knew how dangerous he could be when he looked this calm. The tailored lines of his charcoal suit could not hide the predatory breadth of his shoulders. His scent, cedarwood, rain, and that faint, terrifying trace of pure Alpha authority, drifted across the table, wrapping around me like a ghost.

Concentrate, I ordered myself. You are the head designer. You belong in this room. He is just a client.

Ethan glanced at me. “I’d like Ms. Jones to begin with the design division overview and the international rollout strategy. She’s the head designer behind our upcoming collection and one of the reasons Winston is where it is today.”

Several heads turned toward me, and I gave a composed nod. “Thank you, Mr. Winston.”

I stood and moved toward the screen, remote in hand. The first slide of Winston’s newest collection appeared behind me, sleek and polished. Numbers and strategy were easier to face than memory.

“As Winston Watch Company prepares for international expansion, our priority remains the same,” I began. “We are not interested in sacrificing quality for visibility. The market we are targeting values heritage, exclusivity, and design integrity. That is where Winston has the strongest advantage.”

The room settled quickly.

I moved through the slides with measured confidence, discussing projected markets, campaign timelines, supply chain capacity, and the design philosophy behind the new collection. I explained the materials we had sourced, the production timeline, and the pricing structure for the first European launch.

But as I transitioned to the slide detailing our luxury materials, Evan shifted his weight. His dark eyes locked onto me, tracking the movement of my lips, the posture of my shoulders, and the way I held the presentation remote.

A sudden wave of intense heat flared across my skin. It was an old instinct, a residual echo of a mate bond that should not exist anymore.

My mind screamed at me that he could smell my fear, that he could hear the frantic rhythm of my human pulse. A terrifying urge spiked within me to drop my gaze, to submit to his overwhelming presence just to make the suffocating pressure stop. My throat went entirely dry.

For a fraction of a second, the next word in my sentence vanished from my mind.

The silence stretched for a terrifying beat. To the human board members, it likely looked like a dramatic pause for emphasis. To Evan, I knew it was a visible tremor in my armor.

I forced my chin up, meeting his lethal gaze directly. I swallowed the lump of panic in my throat and let the cold, hard logic of my work anchor me. I am wolfless, I reminded myself bitterly. I am nothing to his kingdom. But in this boardroom, these designs are mine.

"We have secured exclusive contracts with regional suppliers," I continued, my voice steady, smooth, and entirely devoid of the war raging in my chest. "Ensuring that our production scaling remains flawless."

Questions came as soon as I finished the first half of the presentation.

One of Evan’s associates, a silver-haired man seated to his right, adjusted his glasses. “Ms. Jones, if Winston enters the European market within the first quarter, how confident are you that production can keep pace with demand without delays?”

“Very confident,” I replied. “We’ve already prepared a phased release strategy to avoid oversaturation. The first launch will be limited, which supports exclusivity and production control. If demand exceeds projections, we have the flexibility to expand manufacturing in stages without compromising quality.”

The man nodded, and another question followed about the advertising budget. Then one about vendor agreements. Then profit margins in the first year of expansion.

I answered each one carefully, keeping my tone professional and precise. The more the discussion progressed, the more the room shifted in our favor.

By the time the questions slowed, even the more skeptical board members looked reassured.

Ethan leaned back in his seat, pride clear in his expression. “As you can see, Winston is prepared.”

“It certainly appears that way,” one of the investors said.

I returned to my seat and folded my hands over the folder in front of me.

Then Ethan turned to him. “Mr. Collins, I’m sure you’ve reviewed the documents already, but I’d still like to hear it from you directly. What exactly made Winston Watch Company worth a fifty-billion-dollar investment?”