THE PROTÉGÉ

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Rey's POV

The train stopped at the station, and the passengers started their dance routine, taking synchronized turns getting in and out. My eyes were closed, but I was fully aware of every single movement around me. Two more stops and I'll be out of this stinky metal box. I hated city missions, and I always did my best to finish them as soon as possible, even if I had to skip sleeping.

My mind was drafting the report I was due to write once I reach the headquarters when suddenly, my heart started beating fast, and my hands became clammy. I felt a heavyweight press against my chest, making it hard to breathe. My eyes snapped open, roaming the car full of strangers, looking for the source of this intense pressure. When I didn't find it on the train, my eye looked outside my window, and I found it.

My eyes met those dark ones, staring at me from the platform. She frowned, taking a step closer to the glass. She hugged her books tighter and took another step. She looked as confused as I was. What was going on? This was the first time I ever felt this way. She held her hand up, trying to touch the window but halted when the train started moving. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, eyes on her tense body until the train entered a tunnel.

"....... Enforcer Wilson?" The hight pitched voice brought me back from my reverie. The she-wolf standing in front of me batted her lashes, waiting for me to answer a question I didn't hear. I didn't say anything. I stood there still in a daze. Those daydreams were getting more frequent than ever.

"Excuse me?" She frowned in annoyance at my lack of concentration but masked it immediately with a seductive smile.

"I said that It could be a double date if you want to. My friend here is one of your secret admirers." The said friend grabbed my arm, squeezing it lightly, sending a non-pleasant shiver through my spine. I was about to yank her arm away when someone stood in front of us, garbing our attention.

"Your presence is requested in the headquarters, sir." Idriss' eyes flickered briefly toward the hand on my forearm. "It's urgent, sir." I nodded my head toward the ladies before walking away. We went through the endless corridors and hallways until we were finally in the open.

"I should ask for a raise. I mean, I know rescuing people is within my job description, but sir, rescuing you from the ladies is something else." Idriss said, mocking my recurrent predicament.

"More like rescuing the ladies for his icy rejection," Brad added, flanking my other side. "Funny how they all think that you could have any influence on the head enforcer. Like he'll date any she-wolf you'll recommend to him."

"Or get his number if they flirt with you..." I tuned out of their conversation, thinking about the rest of the day's schedule. These kinds of encounters started from the first day I took over the position of head enforcer. The workload itself was manageable. It is something I'm used to. But dealing with the king, the council, and the endless delusional females was what I hated the most.

But then again, I couldn't refuse Luca. He didn't even have to ask. Maya, his Human mate, was out of an almost six years coma. He needed to stay closer to her now. I witnessed how hard it was on him to leave her in my care for all those years. He had to. He had to feed the lie. All those who wanted to hurt him needed to believe that she was dead.

The man who took me in and practically raised me got a break. What kind of man would I be if I didn't offer my help. It's not that I had anything better to do. Now, my days were mainly filled with training, paperwork, and rarely field missions. But What I hated the most was the weekly visit to the royal court. I Had to go there every Monday to give the damn security reports.

Our king and queen were always trying to probe about any small information on Luca. The Lycan didn't even bother to tell them about his prorogued vacation. He left one weekend, and I showed up the next Monday to fill in for him. He would show up occasionally and check on our work progress. But sometimes, more like most of the times, he wouldn't even bother to go and greet them. THEM, as in our king and queen.