Taming the Beast: 1. Scarred Steel

Elodie's POV

They called him The Beast of Ravensgate.

Ciaran Wolfe.

CEO. Mercenary. Enforcer for a billion-dollar empire built on sin. His empire fed on black markets, silent wars, and bodies buried where no one dared look. No one saw his face—not since the fire that ruined half of it. No one dared touch him.

Except me.

I was the therapist hired to break through his trauma. The board claimed he needed to function, to “stabilize” if the empire was to keep growing. But that was only the cover story. The truth? I was sent to spy. To pry open the cracks in his armor and report back to the people who wanted his throne.

I told myself I wouldn’t let it get personal. But the first moment I walked into his private wing, with its walls of glass and shadows that seemed alive, I knew I was already drowning in him.

He sat in a leather chair, broad shoulders caged in a tailored black shirt. The steel mask covered half his face, glinting l