Finally diving deeper into Gabe's internal conflict. What can you do when you're torn between genuine love and the undeniable mate bond? Can his love for Mila withstand the revelations that are bound to come? Don't forget to comment, vote, and share. I appreciate it.
GABEI sat across from Mila in one of her favorite Korean barbeque restaurants. Mila, radiant and smiling, and so fucking beautiful, talked about her meeting with my mom. Though at the moment, I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Ever since the interaction with Ari, there was a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I picked at my food, barely tasting it. I could only nod every once and a while, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation with Ari.When Mila walked into my mom’s office, Ari stepped close enough for my wolf, Spencer, to scent her. She smelled of lilac and cherry blossoms, and it was driving Spencer crazy.“Mate,” Spencer growled in the back of my mind. I tried to ignore him but then Ari whispered into my ear.“I bet your wolf is going just as crazy as mine,” she said, her breath warm against the side of my face. For a moment, I wanted to grab her and take her across the desk. Instead, I took a step back, covering my nose for a moment.“I told you before
MILADid he just say he loves me? My eyes widened in shock as I processed his words. He loved me, and that erased every bad thing that has happened to me until now. Wasn’t that funny how that happened? My mind raced; a mix of disbelief and excitement swirled inside me.“Gabe… you said… I mean, you mean it?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.Gabe nodded. “I do. I know it's abrupt, but I had to tell you. I’ve been nervous about it all day but now, I felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t tell you.”So maybe this was what was plaguing him all night. This confession.“But what about the mate thing, and your parents, and the fact I might not have a wolf? How can I be worthy of–”“Stop,” he said, placing a finger over my lips. “It doesn’t matter. All I know right now is that I love you, Mila Amelie Davis.”My heart pounded in my chest as a smile slowly spread across my face.“Good,” I admitted, my cheeks burning from the blush, “because I love you too, Gabriel Isaac Aliz. I
GABEDammit! I could barely sleep, thinking about Mila. I was supposed to tell her the truth about my mate, and instead, I said I love her. I mean, that was the truth, but still, I needed to tell her about Ari. Knowing Ari, I was sure she would tell Mila just to hurt her. God, why was I mated to her?“Because deep down she is perfect for us,” Spencer said. “The longer we deny this, the harder it becomes to resist.”“There had to be a mistake,” I countered. “She’s pure evil Spence.”Spencer was quiet for a moment, which I’ve learned was a good thing. We got well-acquainted when I first got him, and he was actually very intuitive. He thought through just about everything and wasn’t afraid to question me if we ever disagreed on things. The only thing that tripped him up was Serena. There was no thought in what he did that day. Everything was on instinct, and I couldn’t blame him. There was something magnetic about the mate’s pull that was hard to get out of. He mated and marked Serena tha
MILAI just stood there frozen, letting him kiss me, and oh my god! It felt… so good. I didn’t even know what to do with myself. It was like for my entire life I’ve been waiting for someone to kiss me like this. And his scent. His scent was like dark chocolate and amber wood. A good “fuck in a bottle” kind of scent. Everything happened so fast, but in the moment, it felt like a lifetime and the way he held me as if I was something precious. Just like Gabe… GABE! I pushed Tyler away.His eyes were burning bright gold, and I watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath. I backed away from him, and he followed, so I held up my hands to stop him from moving.“You… you shouldn’t be here,” I said with a shaky breath. “Gabe–”“Don’t!” he growled, punching the wall. I jumped back. His eyes were back to his usual brown. “Don’t say his name in front of me.”I nodded slowly as he closed the distance between us. “It’s crazy how much I've been thinking about you lately,” he said, with his f
GABEThe next morning, I felt myself slowly waking up to the most intense pleasure. Something immensely warm and wet moving up and down on my cock. She came. Mila. I thought as I moved my hips to meet her lips. I leaned back, reveling the feel of her mouth going deeper with each stroke. She released my cock with a resounding pop and a breeze of cool air swept over the wetness. Her hands wrapped around my cock, giving it a few strokes before leaning down and taking the head back into her mouth.“Fuccck,” I groaned, my hips buckling up as her hot, wet mouth enveloped me. My skin vibrated with tingles from my head to my toes. This felt vaguely familiar. She moaned as she sucked and licked my cock, teasing me with her tongue and using her hand to stroke the base. I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair and noticed the difference. It wasn’t the usual fluffy, kinky I’ve grown accustomed to. It was silky and fell between my fingers. Wait a minute.“Mila?” I finally opened my eyes and
TYLERIt took me a moment to shake out of my stupor. I didn’t even realize I was on the floor, staring at my mom, who I’d never seen this livid before. Mila was slumped against the wall, tears streaming down her face as she held her cheek. She glanced at me before looking down the hall. I followed her gaze to see Gabe standing there, shock etched across his face.“You little slut,” Luna Emily spat, her voice cold and controlled. “How dare you put your lowly hands on my son? Do you actually think you’re on the same level as him? Look at you—pathetic and manipulative, just like your mother.”Mila looked up at my mom as if my mom had slapped her in the face again. I had always known how my mom felt about the girls we were supposed to mate with, but still, I’d never seen her like this. Something else was driving this hatred.“First, my Gabriel, and now you’re trying to force yourself onto his brother. How despicable can you be?”Gabe placed a hand on our mom’s shoulder. “Mom, I’m sure it’s
MILADear, Mila Davis,We want to congratulate you on being selected as one of the three designers for the Aliz Women in Arts Scholarship.Every word after that fell to the back of mind as I screamed and jumped around at my locker. The halls of the school seemed to blur around me as my joy bubbled over uncontrollably. I didn’t care about the curious and startled looks from the students passing by; this was a dream come true. Dean Forrester told me earlier that F.I.T and Parsons would accept me for earlier admission this spring, since after this semester I would have all the credits needed to start. The only thing left was funding. I needed to win the scholarship.I reread the letter way too many times, the paper crinkling slightly under my trembling fingers. I had to create three signature looks to be modeled at the Winter Fashion Show. Piece of cake. I thought, though my heart was pounding with both excitement and nerves. I noticed a note on the back of the envelope. I will protect yo
I was a fool in love. I told myself to stay away from the Aliz brothers but Gabe was persistent. When he saved me from Ari the other day, we practically spent the whole day together.We can save ourselves! Rayne said. We just need to get stronger. We need our mate.Rayne, my wolf, finally made an appearance. Well, I couldn’t see her but I felt and heard her and boy was she a talker. She didn’t like how people treated us and wanted to fight everyone who spoke down to her. Unfortunately, I wasn’t a fighter and luckily she wasn’t strong enough to take over.For now. Rayne reminded me repeatedly.I sat up from the bench, looking out at the sunset on the horizon. I hated every time she brought up Tyler. We didn’t need someone like him. He was nothing but a bully. Just like Ari. The thought of standing up to either of them was terrifying. Either way I was glad to have someone other than Gabe taking it for me. I wish I was strong enough to–You are! Rayne interrupted. You just have to believe
MILAReaching down to free his cock from his boxers. I gripped Alex harder, feeling him press up against me, his breaths coming faster as I guided him in. The initial stretch brought me back into the moment, grounding me in the weight of his body beneath me, the way he filled me. I let out a shaky exhale, trying to lose myself in the heat building between us, desperate to drown out the memories clawing at the edges of my mind.“Touch me.”Alex's hand slid up my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist. His mouth found my neck, nipping at my skin in a way that usually set me on fire, but tonight, the sensation felt muted, distant. I bit down on my lip, rolling my hips to match his rhythm, trying to force myself to feel more, to shut out the chaos spiraling inside me.But Gabe’s face wouldn’t leave me alone, haunting me. He’d looked at me that night with a mixture of frustration and longing that mirrored my own. And my father… how could he not know who I was? How could he just look t
MILA“Argh!!!”I threw the stack of sketches off my desk in frustration. I could barely focus on anything with my mind going over everything that has happened. I stood up, pacing, feeling my skin starting to heat up. I just wanted a moment of peace, a moment to forget it all.I closed my eyes and tried to pull myself together, but I couldn’t forget that my dad was alive. And yet, he looked at me like I was no one–a stranger. It hurted more than I realized, and Rayne’s simmering fury under my skin made it hard to keep it all contained.“I’m not angry,” Rayne protested. “I’m horny, and staying near HIM is not making this easy, Mila.”I scoffed at her, rolling my eyes. “I thought you were strong, Rayne.”Rayne huffed in frustration. “Strong? Oh, I’m plenty strong, Mila. But even the strongest of us have needs.” Her tone was edged with a dangerous hunger, a barely-contained desire that made my pulse quicken. “You keep holding back, pretending you can handle all this alone,” she continued,
GABEMila was amazing–for the company that is. I skimmed over the reports again, marveling at the publicity and revenue her spring show had generated. Not to mention how she was able to get her clothes to smell like the actual flowers without the overly use of perfumes. If she kept this up, we’d be out of the red and above ground by next quarter. It was a miracle, really. I should have been fully focused on the documents in front of me, but my mind kept wandering.From the corner of the room, I could hear Noah humming softly as he watched his shows and scribbled with crayons. His quiet presence was a constant reminder that life had shifted in ways I hadn’t quite prepared for. It was spring break for the kids, and while most of his classmates were probably out climbing jungle gyms or chasing each other around playgrounds, Noah had chosen to spend his time in my office. Part of me wanted to push him outside, tell him to go play, to run wild and be carefree like other kids his age. But a
MILAAri flashed a smug smile, glancing around the room like she owned it. Well, I guess she did since she was Luna of this pack. “Milan, your show seems to be going well,” she said, her eyes still scanning for someone.“And you’re back here because…?”“I wanted to wish Chelsea good luck,” Ari said, her smile growing wider, “but it seems I can’t find her. I do hope there wasn't any... drama that made her leave.”“Oh, I have something that will make her leave permanently,” Rayne growled in my mind.Ignoring both the urge to respond and the sharp retort on my tongue, I shifted my focus to the one I actually needed.“Amber,” I said, sidestepping Ari, “just the ‘it’ girl I was looking for,” “Me?” Amber blinked, glancing around nervously. “Why?”“It seems as if we lost a model,” I said, noticing her reaction as if she already knew.Amber raised her chin, nose in the air. “What’s that got to do with me? I had nothing to do with it.”“I don’t care about that.” I waved off her comment. “Right
MILASo far so good. I thought, checking that everything was ready for the show. Transitioning everything to the greenhouse was seamless, especially with Gabe helping out. He was the brains behind the entire construction, so he picked the prime location for each of the models. Each location had a model staged by a specific flower that was perfectly paired with my dresses, scented to match.There was a satisfied smile playing on his lips and my heart did a flip as I watched him work. I couldn’t help but admire the way his expression shifted when he was thinking deeply, how every thoughtful "hmm" seemed to weigh the world around him. He was so in control, effortlessly authoritative, and it took everything in me not to get distracted.This is pathetic, Mila. Why are you even pinning for this guy? Just reject him already. My internal monologue was relentless, but there was no escaping the memory of that night. The moment our lips collided, the surge of heat that followed–it wasn’t somethin
MILAGabe was still crouched by the tombstone, his brow furrowed as if trying to puzzle out the same haunting riddle. I couldn’t stay there anymore. The weight of the truth was suffocating, and I needed space. Away from Gabe. Away from everyone.I turned and started toward the woods, my footsteps quickening, but Gabe was fast. He caught up, his hand clamping down on my arm once more. “Mila, stop. You shouldn’t be alone.”“I have a safe place, Gabe,” I snapped, jerking my arm free. I wasn’t really mad at him, just this whole situation. “I just… I need to get away from here, Gabe. I need space. From you. From this pack. From everything.”“And you think that hideout is safe?” He challenged me. “At least, at the packhouse, you’ll be surrounded by people who want to protect you.”I let out a hollow laugh, stepping back from him. “Protect me? I’ve never truly been protected, Gabe. Not with you. Not within the pack. If I were, I wouldn’t be here, standing over my own grave, would I?”That hit
MILAAnd neither did my body. Even running back to the packhouse, Rayne couldn’t resist brushing against Spencer who didn’t seem to mind.Rayne, stop instigating before things heat up,” I reprimanded her.“What? It’s not like he minds,” Rayne joked. “It’s not like his stupid Luna’s satisfying him.”“So what? We’re not looking to fill that position.”The moment we shifted back when we made it to the packhouse, I could barely take my eyes off of him. I never took Gabe as a domineering kind of man, but more susceptible to ideas and ‘do-whatever-I-wanted’ kind of man. Though, the way his muscles moved when he stalked up the steps, commanding his warriors had me, or rather I say, Rayne feeling way too hot and bother. Even with Alex and Tyler at my back, I could feel Gabe’s presence tingling all over me. I tried ignoring her, but the next part nearly threw me at his feet.The door to the packhouse and Beta Brian rushed out, looking a bit panicked. “Alpha, I was just about to–” In a flash,
MILAAs we approached the cemetery, we saw him–a man crouched over a grave, his back to us. The idea of a rogue risking his life to be here struck me as odd. Though, the fact I still felt strong enough to take him on was odd too. Using Rayne’ healing powers usually took a toll on us, but we were able to heal three people and only felt a little weak. Hell, I was sure we could take down a small army if needed. “His scent is familiar,” Rayne said. “Maybe there's a connection.”As I drew closer, I watched as he placed flowers carefully on the grave. I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling crawling up my spine. My instincts kicked in. Rogue or not, we had no idea what this man was capable of. I saw Tyler readying himself to step forward so I beat him to it.“Hey!” I called out.The man didn’t flinch. Just kept his gaze on the grave. “I’m not your enemy,” he said, his voice quiet, but filled with sadness. “And the others are not my friends. I just wanted… to be in her presence.” Slowly, he
TYLERMy heart clenched as I slammed on the brakes. I cursed under my breath and threw the door open. The smell of rot and decay hit me like a punch to the gut, and that’s when I saw it–well, them. Rogues moving through the trees toward Mila’s direction. Rogues were known for their chaotic nature, but lately, their attacks had become more coordinated, more calculated. Someone was pulling the strings, and I’d bet my rank Alpha Gregory was involved.My instincts flared, the beast inside me rising to the surface. I had to get to her before more of them showed up. Without hesitation, I shifted mid-stride. My bones snapped and rearranged in the familiar yet painful shift, my skin giving way to fur and muscle as Declan took over. The rush of power flowed through me like fire in my veins, and Declan hit the ground running, paws digging into the dirt as I sprinted toward the wreckage.Two rogues were moving around her car which had been flipped upside down. Declan bared his teeth, his growl ru