As always I appreciate the feedback and support. I will try to get more chapters out daily but not during the weekdays. I’ll try. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter of exploring Tyler’s internal conflict despite his undeniable connection with Mila.
GABE“Gabe!”Mila shrieked with joy as I picked her up and spun her around in the busy school halls. Students glanced our way, some smiling, others(mainly Arianna) looking envious, but I didn’t care. I’d missed her so much. The past few days had been a blur of obligations, visiting Alpha’s Gregory’s pack with my parents. I wasn’t sure why they needed me to go but my days were filled with tours, meet-and-greets, and endless conversations had filled my time. I think I even heard someone call me Alpha, but Alpha Gregory just laughed it off. I knew he only had girls and wanted a son to take over his business, but I also knew he wasn’t ready to give up his title. The whole ordeal was kind of strange but I figure it had to do with my Beta duties. Anyway, I was glad to be back. Staying at the MoonCrest pack only reminded me that I was connected to Arianna and her scent was everywhere. I even found myself in her room, courtesy of Spencer.Despite the momentary distraction, my thoughts had con
TYLERThe tension in the room was palpable as my mom rushed over to pull Gabe off of me.“What the hell are you doing Gabriel?” my mom asked, her voice trembling with anger, but Gabe barely acknowledged her. His eyes followed me as I got up, cautiously watching him in case he decided to blindside me again. I sat behind the Alpha’s–well, my—desk, nursing the busted lip my brother just gave me. He must’ve found out about the party from Mila. Of course she would tell him the truth. It was the only reason I didn’t fight back. “You should ask him,” Gabe growled, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Ask him what he did to Mila–”“Mila?” my mom harshly cut him off with a quick swipe at his shoulder to shut him up. “You’re telling me she’s the reason for this violence? You’re fighting your brother over some… girl? That is not how I raised you.”I laughed at the fact that she believed she raised us. We had our fair share of nannies over the years while she focused on building the business with
GABEThis room was starting to feel like it was suffocating me. Everything was so fucked up. Mila briefly told me what happened at the party. The moment she said she ended up in a cave with Tyler, her heat raging, I already knew what happened. I didn’t even let her finish before bolting to Tyler’s office. Now this shit. What the hell was going on? How did me and Ari become the subjects, and how did my mom know about us being mates? I looked at Tyler and saw he was just as confused as I was..“Wait a minute,” Tyler said, walking around the desk. “He’s not taking my position, right?”My mom raised a hand. “Of course not,” she said. “Tyler, you will remain Alpha here, and we will find you another suitable mate. For now, just focus on school and your alpha duties.”“So what does that mean for me?” I asked, but I already knew when she looked away.“That means you will be leaving to become the Alpha of MoonCrest pack,” my dad said matter- of-factly. “Why do you think we brought you along wi
MILAMy world shattered the moment Gabe said those words. Everything was falling apart. My things were left on the curb of the packhouse yesterday, and this morning Luna Emily told me I was kicked from the scholarship competition for attacking Arianna. The one time I finally stick up for myself, I get punished for it. And now this–the one person who has always been on my team was speaking nonsense.“I’m sorry, Mila,” Gabe said, glancing around nervously. “But I think it’s best if we break up.”“I don’t underst–”“Gabriel, we should go,” Ari said, walking by us. “Your mother is expecting us, remember?”“I’m coming,” Gabe said harshly before looking at me. “I really am sorry, Mila. I… have to say goodbye.”I watched as he turned to leave the school right behind Arianna. I couldn’t accept it. Not after everything we’ve been through. Something wasn’t right. I followed him outside and grabbed his arm before he got into the car.“What the hell, Gabe? What’s going on?” I searched his face and
TYLERIt was New Year’s Eve, and I could hear the party roaring upstairs. The house was alive with laughter, music, and the buzz of people eagerly anticipating the new year with its new possibilities. But for me, the festivities felt distant, a contrast of my foul mood. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but I knew being around everyone was unbearable tonight. My parents were chumming it up with the Mora family, expressing their gratitude and celebrating the upcoming mating ceremony between Gabe and Ari. I guess I was still pissed about that happening. All this excitement was just a reminder of everything I was losing.“Well, my Amber still needs to find a suitable mate,” Luna Franesca joked, looking my way. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have two brothers with two sisters? It would make family functions run so much smoother.”I nearly puked in my champagne glass, sharing a look of disbelief with Gabe. This wasn’t how I was expecting to end the year. Becoming the Alpha was already in the bag,
MILAIn the chill of the early morning, I stood in front of my parent’s graves. The new year had just begun, and I was preparing to leave for the airport. I clutched the acceptance letter to my chest, thinking of my new beginning, and trying not to remember the heartache from last month. I placed the flowers and the letters on my parents’ graves, melancholy sinking in as I realized this might be the last time. I had visited this place countless times, seeking comfort and guidance from the memories of the only people who loved me unconditionally. I knelt down, tracing my fingers over their names etched in stone. “Hey Mom, Dad. I’m… leaving today. It might be a long time before I come back, but I’m finally getting out of this place. It hasn’t been the same since I lost you two. Honestly, every day it's getting harder and harder to remember the good times we’ve had.” I stopped to wipe the tears that fell down my face. “But don’t worry. I will do better and make you both proud. I will be
MILATen Years LaterI, Mila Amelie Davis, am back at the Grandfur Mountain Pack.It took me a while to come back, but plans like these needed time, especially if I was taking on two of the most powerful families in these parts. There was no room for error or distractions.My driver pulled out in front of the orphanage and helped me out. The crisp air greeted me the same as it did when I left this place. Time had not been nice to the place that once served as my sanctuary. It looked as if one strong gust of wind could knock it down. The front had overgrown hedges, some of the windows were boarded up, and the entrance was covered with fern. The place definitely needed some fixing, but even in its dilapidated state, it looked perfect to me. As my driver gathered my things, the door to the orphanage burst open, and Laura ran out, her face lighting up at the sight of me.“Mila, you made it!” she screamed, nearly jumping into my arms. It took me by surprise since this was the first time I’
MILAIt didn’t take me long to get on to their property. The light from the moon above cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating the packhouse with its manicured lawns and towering stone wall. Clearly they had a huge upgrade to the decor. Luckily, the layout hadn’t changed at all, but Jenna wasn’t kidding–the patrol was thick. Pack members, in both human and wolf forms, crisscrossed the grounds with precision. The sounds from the party inside masked my movements through the bushes.I kept to the shadows, the scent blocker spray masking my presence, hoping it wouldn’t wear off too soon. I made it to the side of the house where Gabe’s room was, relieved they hadn’t cut down the massive oak tree near it. That tree had been our secret passageway, a relic from our past when sneaking around was a thrilling game. I hid my bag in a nearby bush and started the climb, my muscles barely straining, the familiar path both a comfort and a burden.It was only a small leap from the branch to
MILA “Open your eyes!” 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 again–hiding up here, pretending the world wasn’t as cruel as we knew it to be. “Wow, this place is really coming along,” Gabe said, walking through the rows of flowers. “She would’ve loved this, you know, if she was still here.” Great. Mood killer. I thought, trying to think of something soothing to say. I sighed, watching Gabe’s fingers trail over the petals, his touch softer than I’d ever seen. “She would’ve loved this,” 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.“Gabe?”He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his presence filled the room like a shadow creeping in.Why didn’t 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.“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice low, suspicious.I straightened, stepping around the large oak desk to face him fully. I couldn’t let him see how rattled I was, how close I’d been to finding something–anything–that could help Laura’s case. Even though she couldn’t 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 wasn’t just lost.I needed to find it before anyone else did.“I could ask you the same thing,” 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 father’s 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 damn—I hadn’t 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 shouldn’t have surprised me, yet did.“Don’t worry, sweetie,” my mother said after speaking with one of the councilmen. “Everything is going to be cleared up soon.”I 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. That’s how long it took us to get from the orphanage to the packhouse. The grounds were eerily quiet despite the flurry of movement around us–guards 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.“Where’s Laura?” I asked as soon as she picked up.“Brian says her phone is still in Emily’s office,” Camila answered, her voice faltering. “Jenna and Alex are the way. They're bringing someone out on a stretcher, Mila.”Her voice broke and I nearly dropped my phone.No, no fucking way. “Gabe…” 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 wasn’t just a hacker. No, I was a field agent. A spy. A legend in the making. And… caught if I don’t 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: don’t get caught.I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, dodging the occasional patrol or house worker. The packhouse wasn’t exactly Fort Knox, but Emily was paranoid enough to make
MILAMy hand was still pressed to Gabe’s chest. The fireworks still crackled overhead, but Gabe’s steady grip on my arms anchored me, his voice a distant hum cutting through the overwhelming noise.“You’re okay,” he murmured. “Focus on me.”I forced myself to nod, clinging to his presence. I hated this–feeling weak, feeling vulnerable–but the night had unraveled far beyond what I had prepared for. Francesca was probably dead. Amber was definitely dead. And Arianna…My gaze snapped to where I had seen Arianna last.“She’s gone,” 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. Emily’s and Arianna’s coordinated attack leading to two deaths. What else could’ve gone wrong?Then I remembered what Amber said. They threatened my father if Gabe…I pushed off Gabe’s support, standing even as my knees wobbled. “I need to go. You can’t
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 I’d figured out what they were planning before it was too late. The moment Brian failed to hack the system and shut everything down, I didn’t 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!“Alpha Gabe?”Camila ran into the room just as I wiped the last screen. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched around the console.“Is that all of them?” she asked.I did one final sweep before giving her a sharp nod.“Why didn’t you warn us earlier?” The anger rolling off her was palpable, and I didn’t blame her.“I knew something was going to happen–I just didn’t
MILAEverything started out great. Until it wasn’t. It all happened so fast. First, the speech. I stepped onto the stage, ignoring the confident look on Arianna’s face. “This collection isn’t just about fashion," I announced. "It’s 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, we’ve been told to hide–to shrink, to fit into boxes that were never meant for us. But not anymore.”I 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 we’ve been too afraid to let go of. This collection is about owning your truth–wearing 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 didn’t think anyone would question them being here.I stepped inside, eyes scanning the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the event. Nothing immediately stood out–until 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 worse—secrets. 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