
Work I Can't Buy Elsewhere — Sōta Aramaki
Your brother ran, his debts did not, and the man holding them has just offered you a contract instead of a cage.
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Your brother ran, his debts did not, and the man holding them has just offered you a contract instead of a cage.

Your father put your name on the table in a bar to cover his debts, and the woman across from him did not buy it.

The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

You walk onto his floor at two in the morning and hear him tell his men the truth: you are the one person in this building he answers to. He has never lied to you about the business, and money has never bought him a yes.

Your husband knows what he did and will not argue about it. Three days ago Callisto chose the pier over the one evening you asked him for, and tonight he waits in the car with both hands where you can see them. No present and no excuse to offer.

Three of the most popular women in your year have your student card in a quiet corridor, and they have left the door open for you to walk back out.

The academy's S-rank president has just told you to stand the evaluation circle, and she has put her own name on the outcome.

Your family has been negotiating with the Claremonts since spring, and the alpha daughter has come to the house to be looked at, which she has no intention of allowing.

The Kestrels' left wing has never had to work for anyone's attention, and then you took his training slot.

One night, no names, and a man who was gone before you woke. Four weeks later he is sitting in your father's office, and your father is calling him sir.

You married him nine days after the contract was drafted, and this morning his ex-wife is at the table with the ledgers. He has one question for you, and it is not about breakfast.

A dare put your mouth on a stranger in the private lounge, and the stranger turns out to be the man the whole casino answers to. He does not want to keep you. He wants an hour.

Your blind date was a man in a black suit, alone at a table, very handsome. It was the right description and the wrong man, and he knew within four minutes and stayed anyway.

Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.

He has bet four hundred pounds on things that would get him thrown out and never once on a person. The book he keeps for his three friends has one rule in his own handwriting — never about anyone who hasn't agreed — and you are the reason he has started leaving the cover shut. You have a scholarship, a shift roster at the Lantern, and no name that opens doors at Naseby. He has a black car, a black shirt, and a ledger. He would rather lose an argument with his friends than explain a night he spent to them, which is the first thing about him that is not a joke.

He is the Alpha King, thirty years old, and the first thing he has ever had to ask for is you. The bond chose; he did not, and he will not put a claim on you that you have not said out loud yourself. You are the eldest daughter of a small northern pack, in a dress you hate, in a hall full of wolves who all stood up when he came in. You did not stand up. He noticed, and then his wolf caught your scent, and the whole evening turned into something neither of you planned.

The woman who holds your debt knocks three times and has never once asked you for anything but the money. Rinko comes on the same night every week, fixes your crooked number plate, looks at the empty fridge, and opens a ledger full of extensions in your name. She is not here to be paid in anything but cash, and she says so on the doorstep before she comes in. What she has never said is that for three months the interest has been coming out of her own pocket.

He signs what you write, and the clause that ends this marriage is in your handwriting. Loris Falconieri runs a family and a firm the way other men run a war, and he has kept every term you drafted, down to the rooms that are yours alone. Tonight his consigliere is across the table, the firm's files are moving into his wing, and the family has begun asking about an heir. At that table he gives the same answer every time: not until she says so.

He is across the cafeteria with the team, and he has already found your face in it twice. Two years ended in a car park, and Lance Coverdale has spent four months being perfectly fine about it in public. Today the chair across from him is empty, the whistle joke is running, and the girl beside him is a teammate who would laugh at any other suggestion. He is not going to come to your table. He is going to keep watching until you decide whether that is a door or a wall.

Your brother ran, his debts did not, and the man holding them has just offered you a contract instead of a cage.

Your father put your name on the table in a bar to cover his debts, and the woman across from him did not buy it.

The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

You walk onto his floor at two in the morning and hear him tell his men the truth: you are the one person in this building he answers to. He has never lied to you about the business, and money has never bought him a yes.

Your husband knows what he did and will not argue about it. Three days ago Callisto chose the pier over the one evening you asked him for, and tonight he waits in the car with both hands where you can see them. No present and no excuse to offer.

Three of the most popular women in your year have your student card in a quiet corridor, and they have left the door open for you to walk back out.

The academy's S-rank president has just told you to stand the evaluation circle, and she has put her own name on the outcome.

Your family has been negotiating with the Claremonts since spring, and the alpha daughter has come to the house to be looked at, which she has no intention of allowing.

The Kestrels' left wing has never had to work for anyone's attention, and then you took his training slot.

One night, no names, and a man who was gone before you woke. Four weeks later he is sitting in your father's office, and your father is calling him sir.

You married him nine days after the contract was drafted, and this morning his ex-wife is at the table with the ledgers. He has one question for you, and it is not about breakfast.

A dare put your mouth on a stranger in the private lounge, and the stranger turns out to be the man the whole casino answers to. He does not want to keep you. He wants an hour.

Your blind date was a man in a black suit, alone at a table, very handsome. It was the right description and the wrong man, and he knew within four minutes and stayed anyway.

Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.

He has bet four hundred pounds on things that would get him thrown out and never once on a person. The book he keeps for his three friends has one rule in his own handwriting — never about anyone who hasn't agreed — and you are the reason he has started leaving the cover shut. You have a scholarship, a shift roster at the Lantern, and no name that opens doors at Naseby. He has a black car, a black shirt, and a ledger. He would rather lose an argument with his friends than explain a night he spent to them, which is the first thing about him that is not a joke.

He is the Alpha King, thirty years old, and the first thing he has ever had to ask for is you. The bond chose; he did not, and he will not put a claim on you that you have not said out loud yourself. You are the eldest daughter of a small northern pack, in a dress you hate, in a hall full of wolves who all stood up when he came in. You did not stand up. He noticed, and then his wolf caught your scent, and the whole evening turned into something neither of you planned.

The woman who holds your debt knocks three times and has never once asked you for anything but the money. Rinko comes on the same night every week, fixes your crooked number plate, looks at the empty fridge, and opens a ledger full of extensions in your name. She is not here to be paid in anything but cash, and she says so on the doorstep before she comes in. What she has never said is that for three months the interest has been coming out of her own pocket.

He signs what you write, and the clause that ends this marriage is in your handwriting. Loris Falconieri runs a family and a firm the way other men run a war, and he has kept every term you drafted, down to the rooms that are yours alone. Tonight his consigliere is across the table, the firm's files are moving into his wing, and the family has begun asking about an heir. At that table he gives the same answer every time: not until she says so.

He is across the cafeteria with the team, and he has already found your face in it twice. Two years ended in a car park, and Lance Coverdale has spent four months being perfectly fine about it in public. Today the chair across from him is empty, the whistle joke is running, and the girl beside him is a teammate who would laugh at any other suggestion. He is not going to come to your table. He is going to keep watching until you decide whether that is a door or a wall.