Chasing His Scentless Mate Chapter 21 His Protection

Caroline’s POV

I coordinated with Kyle about the confidential financial report eting scheduled for tomorrow and sent Clara a ssage to confirm if the timing worked for her. With those arrangents settled, I returned to my other tasks.

An hour later, the door to Draven’s office flew open with such force it nearly rattled the hinges. He lood over , his hands gripping my chair’s armrests, caging in. His violet eyes blazed with an intensity that made Rory whimper inside , and when he spoke, his voice was deeper and rougher than usual.

"Caroline, hear clearly. This situation between us ends today, no exceptions. Clear your schedule for this evening because we’re leaving this office together and having a proper adult conversation about what’s happening here."

His gaze lingered on for a mont before he abruptly straightened, turned away, and slamd his door shut behind him. I was still recovering from the encounter when Ryan appeared, looking puzzled.

"Caroline, did sothing happen with Draven during the video conference?"

I blinked several tis, composing myself before answering.

"Nothing I’m aware of. Why do you ask?" The lie slipped easily from my lips.

"He was completely distracted, like his mind was sowhere else entirely," Ryan explained, glancing at Draven’s door. "By the way, I’ve already checked with Clara, and tonight you two are joining us for dinner. I won’t accept any excuses."

"I’d love to, Ryan, as long as my Alpha doesn’t object," I replied, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

"Your Alpha has plenty of other things to worry about right now!" Ryan quipped as he entered Draven’s office.

I quickly sent Eleanor a ssage, explaining I’d be ho late because of a dinner engagent and asking if Mabel could stay longer to watch Liam. Elle responded almost imdiately, assuring she’d personally spoil her godson while I enjoyed my evening. Her supportive ssage brought a smile to my face.

My mont of peace was shattered when Howard stord into the reception area. He was unnaturally tall and thin, with a ridiculous mustache, graying hair, and predatory eyes that reminded of a fox stalking its prey. Sothing about him had set off my wolf’s warning instinct the mont Clara introduced us.

He halted before my desk, looking down at with contempt and fury.

"So you’re the one who humiliated my daughter yesterday. Because of you, Draven embarrassed her and his Beta dragged her out like trash. Listen carefully, worthless bitch, this won’t be tolerated. I’ll make sure he throws you out of this company faster than you can blink."

He slamd his fist on my desk and turned toward Draven’s door. Despite being startled, my protective instincts kicked in. I leapt to my feet and pressed myself against the door, blocking his path.

"Mr. Howard, I must insist you wait while I check if Alpha Draven is available. I apologize, but those are pack protocols."

The man’s face contorted with rage. Before I could react, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, his voice rising to a shout, "Who the hell do you think you are, you pathetic little Beta? I’m the most senior elder of Storm Valley Pack and the financial director of this company! I go where I please, when I please, and you’re nothing but a worthless nobody to stand in my way."

Suddenly, the door behind burst open. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling away from Howard’s choking grip. Draven’s cedarwood and musky scent enveloped as he tucked safely against his chest.

The financial director imdiately began his accusations. "Draven, you won’t believe the disrespect this woman just showed !"

Pressed against Draven’s chest, I could feel his breathing deepen with barely contained fury. His voice erged cold and deadly, the voice of an Alpha protecting what’s his.

"Howard, lower your voice imdiately. Let make several things absolutely clear. First, from what I heard perfectly well, Ms. Bennett didn’t disrespect you; you attacked her, and you will apologize. Second, she isn’t so secretary; she’s my executive assistant who has my complete confidence. Third, you’re well aware of the protocol for entering an Alpha’s office; that hasn’t changed. Fourth, and most critically, if this is how you treat pack mbers under my protection, your position in both this company and our pack needs serious reconsideration."

"But Alpha Draven..." Howard began, his tone suddenly pleading, but Draven silenced him with a low growl that vibrated through his chest against my back.

"You are never to co to the executive floor uninvited again." Draven’s voice carried the edge of an Alpha command that made even my own wolf want to submit. "Linda, co here."

Linda appeared in my office instantly, her wolf clearly sensing the Alpha’s call.

"Yes, Alpha Draven."

"Linda, escort Mr. Howard to the elevators and schedule a eting between us for tomorrow morning, first thing. The eting will be in his office. Report back to after he’s gone."

"Of course, Alpha. Mr. Howard, this way please." Linda’s tone was professionally courteous, but her eyes glead with satisfaction at Howard’s humiliation.

"One more thing, Howard," Draven’s voice dropped to an even more dangerous register. "If you ever lay a hand on Ms. Bennett or any other mber of my pack or company again, you’ll answer to not as CEO, but as Alpha. Do you understand?"

Draven, still holding protectively against him, guided into his office and closed the door. His grip remained firm as he led to the chair opposite his desk and gently seated .