The struggle is real between desire, loyalty, and self-control, especially with Gabriel. Looks like he is torn between his physical desires with Ari and his emotional commitments to Mila. Now we have to add in his mother. Let's see how he deals with it in another point of view.
TYLERIt took me a moment to shake out of my stupor. I didnât even realize I was on the floor, staring at my mom, who Iâd 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.âYou little slut,â Luna Emily spat, her voice cold and controlled. âHow dare you put your lowly hands on my son? Do you actually think youâre on the same level as him? Look at youâpathetic and manipulative, just like your mother.âMila 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, Iâd never seen her like this. Something else was driving this hatred.âFirst, my Gabriel, and now youâre trying to force yourself onto his brother. How despicable can you be?âGabe placed a hand on our momâs shoulder. âMom, Iâm sure itâs
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 didnât 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 couldnât see her but I felt and heard her and boy was she a talker. She didnât like how people treated us and wanted to fight everyone who spoke down to her. Unfortunately, I wasnât a fighter and luckily she wasnât 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 didnât 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 toâYou are! Rayne interrupted. You just have to believe
MILA**Foreplay ahead**The moment Gabe pulled me inside, he placed an eye mask over my face. He sat me down on the couch and started moving them around the room. He wanted to set the mood, saying he wanted it to be special. Honestly, I wasnât into the whole romance surrounding the first time. That was for the movies. Besides, every girl that talked about it made it seem like the place didnât matter as much as the person, and Gabe was that person for me. A crash and a few curse words took my attention.âGabe?ââDonât,â he said when he noticed me touching the eye mask. âIâm almost done.âMate, Rayne said softly before an image of Tyler flashed in my mind. A part of me wanted to find him instead of staying here with Gabe. I kept thinking about Tyler and what he would do in this situation. If it was anything like that kiss in my room, I knew I would loâ Fuck, stop thinking about Tyler.Why? Rayne asked. He is our mate. We should be with him.No, heâs an asshole. So just shut up and enjoy
MILA**Sexual Intimacy Ahead**What the fuck Rayne? It was more like an impulse than a reaction, and the fact that I pushed him that far away surprised me. I spent half the time being present in the now and keeping Rayne from replaying memories of Tyler in my head that I was sure it was all her. I got no response from Rayne but I felt her irritation. Laughter took my attention as I looked over the edge of the bed to see Gabe smiling up at me.âGabe, Iâm so sorry,â I said, helping him back to the bed. âI donât know why I did that. You kissed my neckâĶ I donât knowâĶ there was a shock andâĶâGabe gently grabbed my hands. âHey, itâs okay. Maybe I was going a bit too fast, yeah?âHe wasnât about being too fast. Actually it wasnât fast enough. My body felt like it was burning with desire, so I neededânoâwanted him. Mate, Rayne said repeatedly in my head. I grabbed my hair in frustration, trying to silence her. Gabe touched my arm, bringing my focus back to him.âMila, are you okay?â Gabe as
ARIâThat fucking low-class bitch!â I seethed, trying to hold on to my composure as I replayed the hallway showdown between Luna Emily, Mila, Gabe and Tyler in my mind. Seeing Gabe, my mate, protect Mila was a travesty. I had to cover my mouth to keep from growling out loud. Serena was just as pissed, but there was nothing we could do right now. I had to find a way to get rid of Mila for good. Gabe would completely see me with her out of the way, and he was mine. Hell, I was feeling selfish; I wouldnât mind having Tyler too.For now, I had to watch Gabe hovering around Mila like a moth to a flame. I wondered if he knew how painful it was to watch him with her. To feel pain whenever he touched her in an intimate way. I knew the moment they were together I was in the worst pain. It felt like there were knives twisting in my heart. Even the thought of it had me subconsciously touching the mark on my neck.The only thing keeping me from going insane were the inhibitor pills I had stolen fr
TYLERI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the green and gold ceremonial attire that has been passed down generations. The Alpha markings on the sleeves represented our packâs heritage. The Alphaâs Ceremony came faster than I thought, and I could only think of what Ari told me. I couldnât help but feel a bit guilty for her. She was my brotherâs mate but he wanted Mila, who was intended for me but all I could think of was Mila. Rejecting Mila had been the hardest thing Iâd ever done. Just thinking about the pain I woke up to the day after gave me chills. Yet, the bond between us refused to let go, making it impossible to stay away from her too long. Seeing her with Gabe was like a punch to the stomach every time. Now knowing Ari felt the same thing, I knew she had her sights on making things worse for Mila.When Ari brought up Mila being my mate, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course, she would figure it out, but now I was wondering who else could see it. If my mom found out,
ARII stood in front of the full-length mirror while my makeup artist put on the finishing touches. Yesterday was a celebration for Tyler finally becoming the Alpha. The ceremony was huge and, quite frankly, very boring and formal. Luna Emily suggested a party just for the âyoung folksâ today. I couldnât wait to get away from my parents and actually have a good time. âNow, make sure a lot of your friends see what youâre wearing,â my stepmom said, moving around me. âThe more exposure for your brand, the more exposureâĶâ...for my fatherâs line,â I finished for her, rolling my eyes. âYour line,â she corrected, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. Bullshit. My father always used me to promote his brand, disguising it as mine. I heard the music blasting from the party outside and I was ready to go.âCome on, Francesca. I know the deal. I can sell this in my sleep.âMy stepmom floated around me, making sure everything was in place, while I noticed Amber sulking in the corner. Jealousy
MILA âOpen your eyes!â Gabe opened his eyes and looked around the rooftop of the orphanage. The rain blurred the lights from the packhouse in the distance, casting a hazy glow over the rooftop, and for a second, it felt like we were kids againâhiding up here, pretending the world wasnât as cruel as we knew it to be. âWow, this place is really coming along,â Gabe said, walking through the rows of flowers. âShe wouldâve loved this, you know, if she was still here.â Great. Mood killer. I thought, trying to think of something soothing to say. I sighed, watching Gabeâs fingers trail over the petals, his touch softer than Iâd ever seen. âShe wouldâve loved this,â he repeated, quieter this time, as if speaking more to himself than to me. I shifted on my feet. Even with the umbrella, the dampness of my clothes stuck uncomfortably to my skin. What was I supposed to say? That she was in a better place? That everything happens for a reason? Gabe would see through that in a second. Instead,
MILAI looked up at the sound of my name, my heart lurching at the unexpected voice.âGabe?âHe stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his presence filled the room like a shadow creeping in.Why didnât I notice him earlier? I wondered.He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, as if each movement was weighed down by something unseen. My pulse quickened.âWhat are you doing in here?â he asked, his voice low, suspicious.I straightened, stepping around the large oak desk to face him fully. I couldnât let him see how rattled I was, how close Iâd been to finding somethingâanythingâthat could help Lauraâs case. Even though she couldnât remember what had happened that night, she had told me she was trying to record everything. But her phone was missing, and I had a strong feeling it wasnât just lost.I needed to find it before anyone else did.âI could ask you the same thing,â I said, stalling for time. I forced my voice to stay steady, to sound indifferent, but my fingers t
GABEThe sound of laughter and quiet chatter drifted from the other room, a cruel contrast to the weight pressing down on my chest. Hundreds of pack members from all over showed up for my fatherâs funeral, their hushed conversations and forced condolences mixing with the steady patter of rain against the windows.I knew he was a well-liked man, but damnâI hadnât expected this many people. The sheer number made the already stifling atmosphere feel even more suffocating.Luckily, my mother had taken care of everything, handling the arrangements with her usual poised efficiency. She even managed to get Tyler temporarily released for the service, a feat that shouldnât have surprised me, yet did.âDonât worry, sweetie,â my mother said after speaking with one of the councilmen. âEverything is going to be cleared up soon.âI let the words wash over me, too numb to dissect their meaning. Instead, I focused on the business, temporarily handing Alpha Gregory control of the CEO position. He had
MILAIt was only a few minutes. Thatâs how long it took us to get from the orphanage to the packhouse. The grounds were eerily quiet despite the flurry of movement around usâguards murmuring orders, medical personnel working swiftly, and the distant wail of someone mourning. My stomach twisted as I took a step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs.We were stopped by the gates as Gabe spoke to the guards. I was too busy looking around, searching desperately for any sign of Laura. My heart was pounding, my breath ragged as I reached for my phone and dialed Camila.âWhereâs Laura?â I asked as soon as she picked up.âBrian says her phone is still in Emilyâs office,â Camila answered, her voice faltering. âJenna and Alex are the way. They're bringing someone out on a stretcher, Mila.âHer voice broke and I nearly dropped my phone.No, no fucking way. âGabeâĶâ I said, barely a whisper.He looked at me, then followed my gaze. A stretcher was being wheeled out of the house with Arianna
LAURAI pressed my back against the cold stone wall of the packhouse, clutching the hacking device in my hand like it was the holy grail.Fuck. Why is this so scary?I took a moment to calm myself.No turning back, Laurie. You can do this.I wasnât just a hacker. No, I was a field agent. A spy. A legend in the making. AndâĶ caught if I donât stop talking to myself and get a move on. Just think like Mila.Crouching low, I scurried toward the back door, the one I personally disabled the security cameras for. Did it count as cheating if I was the one who helped Gabe set up most of these security measures in the first place? No. Absolutely not. It was called working smarter, not harder.I carefully turned the knob and slipped inside, holding my breath as I closed the door behind me. Step one: complete.Step two: donât get caught.I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, dodging the occasional patrol or house worker. The packhouse wasnât exactly Fort Knox, but Emily was paranoid enough to make
MILAMy hand was still pressed to Gabeâs chest. The fireworks still crackled overhead, but Gabeâs steady grip on my arms anchored me, his voice a distant hum cutting through the overwhelming noise.âYouâre okay,â he murmured. âFocus on me.âI forced myself to nod, clinging to his presence. I hated thisâfeeling weak, feeling vulnerableâbut the night had unraveled far beyond what I had prepared for. Francesca was probably dead. Amber was definitely dead. And AriannaâĶMy gaze snapped to where I had seen Arianna last.âSheâs gone,â Gabe said, following my gaze.Of course, she was. Just like with Randall, she always knew when to slip away before the damage fully settled. My stomach turned at everything that had happened. The system breach. Emilyâs and Ariannaâs coordinated attack leading to two deaths. What else couldâve gone wrong?Then I remembered what Amber said. They threatened my father if GabeâĶI pushed off Gabeâs support, standing even as my knees wobbled. âI need to go. You canât
GABEThe control room was of course locked. I had tried warning the others that Arianna and my mother were up to no good. I just wished Iâd figured out what they were planning before it was too late. The moment Brian failed to hack the system and shut everything down, I didnât hesitate. I ran straight here.With a swift, brutal kick, the door burst open.The room was empty.Whoever had played that video had already fled.Grinding my teeth, I rushed to the controls, shutting down the feed as fast as I could. Every screen. Every angle. But it was too late. The screams from the other room were evident. The damage was done. Fuck!âAlpha Gabe?âCamila ran into the room just as I wiped the last screen. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched around the console.âIs that all of them?â she asked.I did one final sweep before giving her a sharp nod.âWhy didnât you warn us earlier?â The anger rolling off her was palpable, and I didnât blame her.âI knew something was going to happenâI just didnât
MILAEverything started out great. Until it wasnât. It all happened so fast. First, the speech. I stepped onto the stage, ignoring the confident look on Ariannaâs face. âThis collection isnât just about fashion," I announced. "Itâs about the celebration of freedom. The freedom to take up space, to embrace every curve, every edge, every part of yourself without apology. For too long, weâve been told to hideâto shrink, to fit into boxes that were never meant for us. But not anymore.âI gestured toward the models as they stepped forward, their confidence radiating with every stride. "Summer is about feeling light, unburdened, alive. Not weighed down by expectations or secrets weâve been too afraid to let go of. This collection is about owning your truthâwearing it boldly, beautifully, without fear."Second, the show. The crowd erupted in applause as the models strutted forward, showcasing designs tailored to flatter and empower. Camila queued up the video of men and women wearing my cl
TYLERA text from some hacker had me following Amira and Lena down the hall into one of the rooms. I knew something was weird about that photographer. This text just proved it. They spent some time inside before leaving, the door was slightly ajar. Sloppy. Either they were careless, or they didnât think anyone would question them being here.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the event. Nothing immediately stood outâuntil I saw a folder labeled Emilia.My stomach clenched as I reached for it. Flipping it open, I expected to see outtakes from the shoot. Instead, I found something worseâsecrets. Photos that had nothing to do with modeling and everything to do with blackmail.The first image stopped me cold. Francesca, wrapped around an infamous therapist to the elites. His name alone was scandalous, tied to more than a few high-profile breakdowns. And beneath the photos, a mention of a video. My pulse hammered.Before I could flip through th