Losing Myself in You by Heather C. Myers Read Free Book Online

the news broke of her attack, and everyone knew it.  Clive probably got overtly-excited at the prospect of studying her like a lab rat and spilled everything, causing everyone to get excited.  And scared.  And judgmental.  She couldn’t even walk in headquarters without hearing whispers about her – thanks to her new hearing. 
    Bridgette silently strolled across the lobby until she reached the elevators. Once she stepped inside, she pressed the button for the third floor. This was where Bridgette's department was – Field Agents. When she stepped out, five heads snapped towards the elevator's direction, enigmatic expressions written on each and every face.
    Well… that was weird. She knew she was now labeled as some kind of freak but were people already afraid of her? She was still the same Bridgette Barker, just with some werewolf venom in her. Not a big deal…really.
    "Bridgette," Clive said, standing up from the desk he currently occupied, closest to the elevator.  Normally, he would have been at his own office, but for whatever reason, he was sharing a cubicle with a junior agent, helping the kid out or something like that. Except Clive, narcissistic extraordinaire, never assisted junior agents. It was his version of hazing rituals. "I need to discuss something with you. Can we go to an early lunch?"  From the corner of his eye, Bridgette noticed his finger twitch and her body immediately tensed.  Clive was antsy about something.
    Bridgette continued walking to her office , putting on a façade of nonchalance.  She passed the rows of cubicles until she made it to her office at the far end of the floor, Clive trailing behind her the entire way. "Clive, it's not even nine o'clock," she chided, trying not to make it obvious how curious she was to his intentions. "Sometimes, early is just too early."
    "Wait, um, maybe you shouldn't –"
    But all of Clive's warnings were ignored (and completely misunderstood) because Bridgette opened the door to her office, walked in, and then shut it behind her. What the hell was that about, exactly? She had a lot of work she needed to –
    Oh. Oh fuck .
    Standing there, in the corner of her office, was none other than the werewolf in question.  The very same one that sunk his teeth into her nec k and inserted his venom into her neck and had also inhabited a very intimate dream with her a few nights ago. His hazel eyes were burning into hers, as if he were glaring at her, but upon further notice, she had a feeling that no malice laid behind that intense gaze. His arms were crossed over his chest and his shoulders were hunched forward, taking away some of his height. To anyone else, Marcus Sterling might have looked intimidating, but to Bridgette…
    Well, she didn't know what he to think of him, but she certainly wasn't afraid of him.
    "What, may I ask, are you doing here?" she demanded of him, walking over to her desk and setting her briefcase down. She was still reeling from exhaustion from her dream, but had been afraid to back to sleep in case it happened again.
    "I have come to talk to you," Marcus said in his deep, gravelly voice and arched a left thick brow, as though he was asking permission to continue. Of course the Alpha male would never actually ask verbally. He was an Alpha male for goodness' sake!
    "What could you possibly want to talk to me about?" Bridgette asked him, as she slid into her comfy black leather chair and leaned back against it.  His big, hulking frame blocked out the accolades she had collected in her eight years of being a service agent from view.  She gave him a pointed look. "You bit me. You sunk your feral canines into my skin and injected – without my consent, by the way - your venom in me."
    "It's not venom," Marcus denied with a growl, offended at the label these humans had placed on something so natural.
    "Is it ?" Bridgette questioned. Her brows furrowed as she felt her anger slowly start to increase and she curled her fingers into