The Amnesiac I Saved Turned Out To Be A Missing Billionaire — And He Just Tracked Me Down
Part 2
My breath hitched as his words hung in the freezing air between us.
Not human.
I stared into his eyes, watching the amber irises seem to glow with an inner, unnatural heat.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I whispered, my voice trembling.
He slowly closed the distance between us, the umbrella shielding us from the storm.
“All those terrible rumors you heard the night my apartment was attacked?” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
“They’re true.”
I instinctively reached out, my fingers brushing against the damp wool of his suit jacket.
The moment I touched him, his entire body relaxed, a low, rumbling sound vibrating deep in his chest.
It sounded like a growl.
“It’s how I got cursed in the first place,” he explained, looking down at my hand on his chest.
“Cursed?”
I echoed, feeling like I had lost my mind.
“Like… magic?”
He nodded grimly.
“Magic is real.”
A small, almost amused smile tugged at his lips.
“How else did you think I survived a blow to the head that should have killed a normal man?”
My mind flashed back to the impossible way he had healed, the intense body heat, the acute sense of smell he had displayed in my kitchen.
“You’re a werewolf,” I breathed out, the realization settling into my bones like ice.
“A shifter,” he corrected gently.
“I’m a man, but part of me isn’t.”
His gaze locked onto mine, his broad shoulders rigid, bracing himself as if expecting me to bolt.
“Does it bother you?” he asked, his voice thick with vulnerability.
I scoffed, pulling my hand back.
“Is that why you tracked me down?
You’re worried I’ll go to the press and tell them the missing CEO is a dog?”
“No,” he said quickly, reaching out to gently catch my wrist.
“I’m not worried about that.
I trust you, Megan.”
“Then what do you want from me?”
I demanded, fresh tears stinging my eyes.
He took a deep, shuddering breath.
“You have to understand that I was not a good person before I met you.”
He refused to let go of my wrist, his thumb stroking my pulse point.
“I was ruthless, cold, and cruel.
That’s why my ex-fiancée, Brenda, paid a witch to curse me.”
He looked down at the muddy pavement in shame.
“She wiped my memories and dumped me here to rot, knowing the spell would only break if someone truly fell in love with me while I had nothing to offer.”
The breath caught in my throat.
“She thought it was impossible,” he whispered, looking back up at me with raw devotion.
“She thought I was utterly unlovable without my money and power.”
He took a step closer, crowding me against the brick wall, his body heat wrapping around me like a blanket.
“But you proved her wrong.”
I pressed my back against the damp brick.
“You broke the curse, Megan.”
He reached up, his large, warm hand cupping my cheek, wiping away the rain.
I was staring at a billionaire, a ruthless corporate predator, a literal beast.
But all I saw was the man who had held me while I cried, the man who was begging me not to walk away.
Would you risk your life for a monster who finally found his heart?\n
